I want to tell you I know what it’s like

To feel dumb and worthless
and 

make mistakes ripe
But don’t you know there’s golden wisdom 

under 

the skin?

Watching little league 

behind a tough Italian

Scary 

Big

Huge

Divine presence

Facade

Nice

Family friend, I guess 

Figures

Just a guy with 

gold chain and cross 

Warm dark 

brown eyes

Slicked back jet black hair

Thick hands 

HowyoudoinTighthandshakelookineye

Track jacket

Track pants

Like my dad

And all the other old souls 

Spinning away from the sun

Unfolding bones

With weary magic

Look closely and see

On an island staircase 

Underneath burnt skin 

And stinging winds

tired faces that walk

And token bus token surprises

That Chug chug chug by hibiscus sprinkled hills

Opening and closing

Rising and falling 

In morning glory time