SEEMINGLY INCONGRUOUS
(a memory of Mary H)
I don't want to dun you but the water
is still running beneath the footbridge, the
slamming porch door still echoes along the canal,
and the two horses you left me still mosey around
(I always think) looking for you. It's just like that now.
If wisdom was a memory I'd have a toothache.
If a brother was a lamb, I'd have a flock.
And, in the same way, whatever you said to the sideways
angel in your hipster pocket still reverberates all these years later.
Jack Kerouac I never was, though I did once swim the Potomac.
(a memory of Mary H)
I don't want to dun you but the water
is still running beneath the footbridge, the
slamming porch door still echoes along the canal,
and the two horses you left me still mosey around
(I always think) looking for you. It's just like that now.
If wisdom was a memory I'd have a toothache.
If a brother was a lamb, I'd have a flock.
And, in the same way, whatever you said to the sideways
angel in your hipster pocket still reverberates all these years later.
Jack Kerouac I never was, though I did once swim the Potomac.
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