Saturday, January 30, 2010

Poem For Antonio

Poem For Antonio

It is time

to purge, to prune

yellowing leaves from aging spines,

to lift weight from bending shelves.

I begin the process,

putting books one by

one in piles.

Your soft voice is released from its resting place,

when I touch the slim book of poetry

you wrote so many years ago.

I turn the pages to see

your smiling face,

your arms raised in the dance

of Carnaval.

The music, the memories encircle me,

The books will stay on the shelves for now.

My work today is to read your poems

and remember.

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