Charles Andres Alberto
See-Saw Memory - Poem by Charles Andres Alberto
I was bred by April in May,
And that was when the morning birds flew-
When the tugboat broke the ring of flowers in the bay.
When I heard the gull sneeze, I immediately withdrew back to yesterday.
For since then I have come to pass
the empty seas whose waters grasp
the open hands of fathers passed;
And by and by, through here, I say,
with belittled intent, I shall play; I shall play.
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