Papa

he wondered through the empty corridor awaiting a sudden movement within the vagueness that had bestowed the value of his timid gestures aroused only by the rushing wind beneath his beard silently he'd begun to whisper tainted tormented views he'd often yearned to be educated of life's simple sorts of wild tempered laughter eagarly he'd gaze into a chartered sphere leaving himself out coasting along the banks of Alzheimer's wits his teeth chattered as memories unfold into channels of non awareness followed by traces of poverty and wrath his eyes squinted as he sighed of homelessness and a meaningful craving of cottage cheese churned to perfection without any effort he'd remember a youth not of his own he blinked of a sullen home a pulley a hoe a tire swing hanging from a tree he glanced in a copper pan and chanted are you me