Charles Chaim Wax Poems

of Western New York State
with my big 8x10 Toyo view camera
I poked around for beauty.
One day by a small river
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Mabel Catherine Rose allowed herself
to be wheeled into Meng’s once a week
for her beloved pork chops with corn and applesauce.
She could well afford to eat that feast every day
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A little man in his late seventies
trudged along
in front of the Hebrew Home For the Aged in Coney Island
grey skull, faded skin,
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Ever since Joe Busick retired
he leaves the door to his apartment wide open
so that when I pass in front of it
to get to my place he rushes into the hall
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In the recovery room
my sister held up
the bottle of Afrin nasal spray.
“This saved me! ” she exclaimed,
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When I exited the train station
at Sheepshead Bay
in Brooklyn
I spotted
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Something's wrong with me
Or them
I'm talking the men and women
Who deliver the weather
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each joyous dream bit twirling out from infinity
as I sat in Meng’s with the crew
watching the soothing streets without desire.
Suddenly I heard the exuberant sound of a kazoo
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I could not find
so turned the apartment upside down.
Such a vital item!
if found, I was sure, all my troubles would be gone
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What went before
could not imagine
Sunflowers shining in Nebraska
light and more light
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