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Mike of the castles

Updated: Jul 21


"This is the end

Beautiful friend"

(J. Morrison)


who was wispy as his Dean Martin hair and sweetly ingratiating smile can make Mike, at his Venetian window

turning a prize apple in his hand


who greets the signora & daughter as do all the stoop-shouldered--

as did Mike (alone!)-- a proud grocer

rehomed here with bloodied apron & so much parcel string.


I sensed, too, the elegant shiny trophy would be gutted, cruelly

stormed by a lost wife and son

(corrupting childhood angel in me even saw that!),


& charred lungs...saw the vacant steely front, years later, of his defeated castle, with empty stained and unswept streets

          drying under blue skies


(2024)








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