Reconstruction
reconstruction
recalling much less than half i wrote
though long ago and miles remote
i remember when
an old black man
walks out from his shack
to fetch his kids' dead kitty cat
then walks back
as I pass by
and glancing up see his eye
meet mine in the mirror and with a sigh
watching end to end
as i round the bend
miss him move again
for we are all now and then
once for all gone with the wind
Copyright © Cornelius Brantley | Year Posted 2023
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