Poetry by Ken Tomaro
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Image | Meum Mare |
Just after the big bang
there is no greater feeling
I have known
than simply being a child
on a summer day
or knowing I was born
and lived my youth
in the perfect decades
when tigers used to smoke
I cannot deny
with all that has come,
with all the upheaval,
the uncertainty and hate,
with the planets spinning
counter-clockwise,
and all the cracks
in our foundation,
with the collective unkindness,
the ugly, wrinkled faces
on the side of evil,
with a darkness that breeds fear,
which breeds abandon and
surrender,
which breeds
servitude
I cannot deny the sun
and it’s warmth
in every sense
Understanding
is leaning your head back, smiling while you think of the trees in the back lot on a rainy summer day. it’s a Saturday snow storm when you were a child. it’s wondering would my father have been disappointed to know I was never a die-hard Browns fan like everyone else? and realizing it never mattered.
© Ken Tomaro
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