Francis DiClemente Biography

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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