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Old Man Glass Hands

Posted in Poetry with tags , , , , , , , , , on September 28, 2008 by dc

He wants
The holes in the sky
To stop following
His stride
And the
Gathering gales
To blow the other way.

He wants the sun
To gently warm him
And a hanky
To dab his brow,
An obedient dog,
Friends to listen,
Church on Sundays,

A neighbourhood,
A neighbour,
A garden
Filled with sparrows.

Proud Old Man

Posted in Poetry with tags , , , , , , , , , , on July 13, 2008 by dc

Your baby granddaughter
Smells of freshly baked scones,
You look like a tree trunk,
Your eyes are like oak knots.

Skin like tanned leather
With a wisdom only age can bring,
There’s a tremble as you hold her,
It’s an ancient way to soothe.

Your baby granddaughter is happy
Staring at anything,
The yellow-white lights,
A beggar’s messy beard,

The lines of a subway map,
A train alive with eyes,
The old and weathered face you gurn,
Where wrinkled laughter lies.