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MR. SIBARBARA

Mr. Sibarbara was 30s fat    really fat!    A big, fat, 
     good natured Italian senior
He got fat    stayed fat    on 3-day-old pastry most 
     people bought at a way-downtown market 
     under the viaduct 
He stayed fat on cheap hamburger sauce over noodles
     or navy beans and 3-day-old bread
Mrs. Sibarbara always had a huge pot of navy beans
     brewing on the stove
Oh, yes!    flatulence flat was their apartment   one of
     those, afterthought, cubicles on the main floor    
      around the corner from the alley    in this HUGE
      apartment house – “The Tuxedo”
He had this old pea-green Ford he parked in our dirt
      back yard    under an apple tree -  the tree actually
      had an apple or two on it some years
Mr. Sibarbara liked me
I was a little-big-fat kid
That’s probably why he liked me    because I was
      little-big-fat
On Wednesdays we’d get into the old pea-green
      Ford and journey way-downtown under the
      viaduct    next to the railroad tracks
‘Rainbow’ trucks were there unloading old bread
      and old pastry
Oh, how old Sibarbara would smile and laugh, hold
     his gut
“Let’s load up!” He’d puff
Then home
On the way we both filled up
I imagine his dinner was 3-day-old bread
      and beans    with 3-day-old pastry for desert
I’ll never forget his happy-to-be-alive, lip-smacking 
     smile and laugh
We moved when I was 12 years old
I wonder what ever happened to Mr. Sibarbara?
For sure he didn’t starve
But, oh, what veins he must have had!

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