Occasional BellsA Poem by jacob erin-cilbertoOccasional Bells
1972,
with you and bells, not wedding, the blue
jean kind i liked you in them and
out of them just as well,
the roots of you showed,
broken home, on your own, too grown too fast blond dye, in studious
increments backpack of academic
prowess, i followed you to class sat behind your wisps of
secret thoughts, whistling to myself some
old 60's song i can barely remember
now.
but you looked straight
ahead, to and through our
future, while i was left with an
old pair of denims and an empty backpack,
looking at wedding
pictures wondering if you really
ever happened...
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17 Reviews Added on April 13, 2016 Last Updated on April 13, 2016 Authorjacob erin-cilbertoCarbondale, ILAboutOriginally from Bronx, NY, I live in Carbondale, Illinois...teach English at a community college and have been writing and publishing poetry since 1970. I am here to read for inspiration from other po.. more..Writing
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