Grass and Paper
Steve Coel
Crouching; doglike alongside a
fence corrugated with time
the local old man patters
his way home, all
memory a slight flicker
in grass and paper.
Liquid; sweet and delicate,
reminds him of
people long gone,
dismissed with
relatives and friends,
people long gone,
dismissed with
relatives and friends,
sweethearts and enemies,
photographs and bruises.
In a bottle he finds
time and peace.
In a bottle he becomes
young again.
A fighter.
A winner.
[ Grass and Paper, 'Two Voices' - Notes, 1998 ]
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