So what if we called you Big
(and her little)
when size was immaterial;
what made you special
was the infrequency of your visits
and your hot biscuits and that gravy.
Later we'd play Scrabble or
dominoes all summer day
in another kind of sunshine . . .
Ferlinghetti, tell me if you can
with a dozen chocolate reisens
stuck between yer teeth (got milk?)
why she still stands smiling
improbably, the little jewish grandma
on the high school corner
embarrassing the hell out of him
for one dim
heartwrenching moment
like a true dear lost
friend
2/14/96
Page 39 (Black Book: Light Heart)
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