Posted by: Ron DuBour | April 18, 2018

Birthday~by Paul Lenzi




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why remember
what can’t be remembered
a day in those long ago forties
a time and a place
indescribably different
small piece of a world
that no longer exists
save in minds of the
dullest historians
nothing about it
remotely familiar
to anyone still in full vigor
a day unremarkably marked
by a sunrise and sunset
that only the now dear departed
would ever have witnessed
a day disappeared
into myriad wisps
of gray room-darkened smokerise
from too many candles
politely blown out by
the bearded old breath
of a tired forgettable life

From my book Onionskin



  1. thank you for sharing my poem with your readers

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