Tuesday, November 1, 2011

Billy Boy!

Billy boy and me!
Child of the Heavens,
the angel on the left, I recognize you.  
Are your travels fun?
Earth worms.
Leaping toads.
I remember.
You're my brother
far and wide in time,
you were only seven.
Then zero.
You walk where no child has returned.
Yet, sometimes, I see you.
I see you there.
Confounded senses.
Indian blanket, fried chicken,
your blue military cap.
I remember
Memories burn deep, burn bright, burn forever and ever
and even circle around in my toe.

Excerpt from the play ~From Riverdale to Riverhead ~ By Anastasia Traina