Francis DiClemente Poems

I extend a hand to touch an angel trapped in marble.
Its face is cool and damp, like the earth beneath the slab.
I pose a question to my deceased father,
Knowing the answer will elude me.
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My first kiss did not come when I needed it most.
In adolescence, when other boys were rounding the bases,
I was left to wonder what it might be like one day,
To actually kiss a girl on the lips,
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A great sigh emitted,
arising and then dissipating,
but remaining forever unheard,
the echo of a soul reverberating,
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Friday nights in central New York,
crumpling leaves of bursting gold
and breathing in the October cold
as a pigskin spirals tight
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Time is an entity unconcerned
With our intentions or aspirations.
It marches on unimpeded,
Multiplying seconds to minutes
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Feathers replace leaves
In the naked trees
Looming above Genesee Street,
As flocks of crows arrive to
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A courtship of contempt,
filled with swirling fury and churning angst,
not halted by the hands of God.
Zealous rituals express unwavering faith,
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I dream of words
I strive to recapture
When I awaken in the morning.
I dream of stories with endings unknown,
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The most adorable pregnant bridesmaid ever
Waddles down the church's center aisle,
Unable to hide her protruding belly.
And with her feet swollen,
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A vanilla ice cream cone
covered with sprinkles of dirt,
a handful tossed by small grimy hands
across a chain-link fence.
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