My grandma had a book in which
To write what she recalled
Of her early life; I found it
And I read what she had scrawled.
She came from Pinsk and she described
A time when she was young
When she helped her mom make matzoh;
To this memory she’d clung.
Her father drove a trolley car
But left her mother when
She was pregnant with child # three –
That happened even then.
To make ends meet, her mother ran
A restaurant from her home,
A two room flat - how hard was that?
(But that’s another poem.)
My grandma never got to go
To high school, but she stayed
At a job ‘til she got married –
Just three bucks a week she made!
She never once complained aloud
Yet as I read each word,
I’m glad that even though she’s gone,
Her feelings have been heard.
Sipping champagne from the hollow
of an avocado, on a cactus-lined
boulevard in St. Looie
While munching on anchovies
slathered with salsa, the nerve
of them calling us screwy
On the dashboard piled high
were half-empty cruises of gin ...
By the time we crashed the car
into a passing trolley car ~
I swear I saw Busch Brewery spin
The sunrays huddles beneath clouds
Horizon as still night enshrouds.
The busy city starts to sleep
As clouds still continues to weep.
Late-night passerby most gracious
Passengers restlessly anxious.
The evening trolley-car arrives
Passengers bound to their home lives.
Within hearts and life paradise
Fervent souls with their sacrifice.
5/12/2023
trolley car dining
grapefruit sized saucy meatballs
cheesecake for dessert
Like the Sun
a trolley car
Is bound to the tracks
Like the Sun
A trolley car
follows an elliptical path
Like sunflowers
People need the Sun
For life
The Sun journeys on the dark side of things
And the people have no choice but to follow
But I do not follow exactly
I am like a satellite
I am the Moon
And follow my own path
But also the Sun
When the Sun
Like HORUS-RA
Enters the underbelly of the Earth
I as the Moon
Follows too
But on my own path
I as the Moon
I am HECATE-ISIS
Break through the dark side
And through a separate portal
That the Sun does not follow
I as the Moon
Can see the Sun
In the distance
on the right hand of ascension
But we journey
Together as One through the dark side
The Sun in alignment with the Moon
The Moon in alignment with the Sun
But we journey
Together as One through the dark side
Of the Universal Galactic Elliptic Plan
But we journey
Together as One
Like a trolley car in a deep tunnel
With passengers from multicolored aspects
On our destination to a beautiful morning Spring horizon
I dreamt last night of you and me,
your lips so soft I kissed
We floated on a silken cloud,
drew rainbows on the mist
Then counted daisies in a field
and when your smile appeared
I gathered up a sweet bouquet
that whispered in your ear
Made love upon a mountain top,
the snow was pure and white
Then marveled at a hummingbird
its tiny wings a’ flight
We rode inside a trolley car
up hills and over dales
Setting forth to distant shores
with paisley colored sails
Caught moonbeams in a Mason jar,
and poured them on our skin
Then there neath jealous fireflies
we made sweet love again
Set dominoes in a straight line
and laughed as they did fall
Your evening gown and brand new shoes
were perfect for the ball
We caught a flight to someplace near,
yet is was also far
For when we landed once again
we stood upon a star
That’s when I heard from listening
to someone passing by
This evening now came to an end
I thought that I might cry
But when my eyes did open to
your beauty as my view
It mattered not what I had dreamt,
my dreams had all come true
GHOSTLY DAD
new year’s eve
a ghostly frost coats his chair
front porch so still
car horns downtown
turn back the clock
new year’s eve
no moon no starry night
no dad to share
in a sudden breeze
a leaf floats down from somewhere
early new year’s eve
the last trolley car dings by
that long yellow row
if he’s aboard
he doesn’t get off
new year’s eve
late cold coming in
clear as a bell
he points
the big dipper
on new year’s eve
dad and brother made ice cream
mom put on her new coat
i got one too
the vanilla stain still there
Dave Austin
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