Philip Kobylarz, Bishop, California, Photograph
“The Storm Recedes”
– 1 –
Wind with rain, who is to say?
It stops, dark clouds intermittent
Then in the wet trees — messages
Years past, mother in hospital, brother
Having to come back; in the wet branches
Death hangs in the balance, he is to see her
A message from her lips, you are my son,
He will not hear it, will leave for the canyon
Deep into the chasm, where waters still rage
Even as storm recedes, I will not hear her voice,
He clings to wife this is my home now
Why not forgiveness, even if storm subsided,
I am my own brother, I have no father
–2 –
Have you ever taken the road
From the highway through Cleveland, TN?
How it wends its way? The newer then older
Part of town, and the working class
That feels like the 50’s? How people
Really were people back then?
Ahh, you disagree with me
Because your head is on straight now!
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Zeke Sanchez