(August 1, 1988)
was the headstone.
With a baseball cap
in hands held behind him,
he gazed through black-rimmed glasses skywards
where night's blue-black mingling encroached twilight's washed-white.
We passed him by, Ann at the wheel;
we passed him again, when it was Tracy's turn;
we passed him there still, stone- statue -still faithful warder,
when I was driving again, taking us back to the street.
As the giant golden M towered eastward, giving our goal,
did he fix eyes (I wonder) upon that star
I had spied westwardvanguard of night's thousands.
What looks, laughs, loves did he re-live?
What hoped-for joys, not lived, lament?
Whom did he hold close,
in heart not arms,
standing where silently
E. L. Core
to Ann and to Madzey
© 1988 ELC
Some Poetry by E. L. Core: Summer
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