Good old Auden, so stinky and sad
In and out of love—
His ghost rushes past
Like a night train


The first time they broke my heart—
Well, I won’t tell how
But I promised myself
And man oh man


Blind, eyes still ache
Old, still laughing
Frozen tears in my drink
Still don’t know the teacher


Makes nothing happen?
Turn to the the walking stones
Tell them


I was thinking of you
I guess you’re still alive somewhere
You who read my thoughts
Better than anyone

Author: skuusisto

Poet, Essayist, Blogger, Journalist, Memoirist, Disability Rights Advocate, Public Speaker, Professor, Syracuse University

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