05.30.2008

Once I was girls and boys (a poem by Jean Valentine)

Once I was girls and boys—now

Now who I love are the wild-
worn drifters, not of the town—

cooking their supper out by the side of the road, kisses kisses

—And one especially, my mother’s
father, lost, glare blue and shaved,

at his own work—
unknown—

on your behalf        child, window
staring for you.

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