Friday, February 18, 2011

saw Nico

saw Nico, told me
he is sad
yet always laughing

sees only shadows
lives alone, has
friends to visit

nearly ninty-eight,
walks like fifty,
talks like thirty-five.

he thinks of the big mysteries
that are not in our hands.
says he's sure all life is poetry.
at Friday, February 18, 2011

1 comment:

Annie said...

Hi Jack,
He sounds like a wonderful person to know, and I like his sense of assurance, that all life is poetry. Your little portrait gives me a capsule picture of him. I would worry that he lives alone, seeing only shadows, ninety-eight years old, until you tell me how he moves and how he thinks (except for being sad).

Saturday, February 19, 2011 11:31:00 AM

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