Crying Poem by Martin Lochner

Crying



as I walk past auntie Bracales
apartment

a sad aria strains under
a crackling vinyl voice

who is the diva?

knocking on stained window panes

imagining

the old widow staring
at her Kodak sepia hero

Friday, February 25, 2011
Topic(s) of this poem: auntie,hero,sad,staring
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