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harkening back
by Philip F De Pinto
nothing abides more serenely in the mind
than strive twenty years hence
to strain to hear the phantom of plates
and cups clinking in our mother's kitchen
prelude to suppertime
nothing abides more adroitly in our degenerative mind
than to release into the ether the flocks and ghosts
of our upbringing. to entertain such sounds
as grounds - as steep us in pubescence?
as molt our adult confines and resume about our napes
the supple bib - not albatross as is our starched collar and tie
and abiding by the cook in the very room
is her young groom. our father - which art in his grave of late
that great provider arachnid - purloined in rest
which was his final bid. serene and still. as in our amber recollection
01/17/2013 Posted on 01/17/2013
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