Into Exile

Kosovar refugees fleeing their homeland. [Blace area, The former Yugoslav Republic of Macedonia]

I walk the old streets and realize
they tore down the Endicott Theater
to put up a savings bank
in the same space where Poppa and I
saw “Blood and Sand”.

And Fat Tony’s Luncheonette
where we’d stroll for a Mello Roll
or a Charlotte Russe after;
and Poppa is long gone
as well as my nine year old self
never to be seen again.

Which is why I admire those poets
who, whilst in exile
revealed the transience of life
so much better than I,
recalling in deep melancholy
what was, but is no longer seen.

Cranes flying o’re the Forbidden City
the gates of Kiev, Krakow or Jerusalem
a street in Homs or onion domes
they would never see again
walking on a warm Summer’s evening.

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About toritto

I was born during year four of the reign of Emperor Tiberius Claudius on the outskirts of the empire in Brooklyn. I married my high school sweetheart, the girl I took to the prom and we were together for forty years until her passing in 2004. We had four kids together and buried two together. I had a successful career in Corporate America (never got rich but made a living) and traveled the world. I am currently retired in the Tampa Bay metro area and live alone. One of my daughters is close by and one within a morning’s drive. They call their pops everyday. I try to write poetry (not very well), and about family. Occasionally I will try a historical piece relating to politics. :-)
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4 Responses to Into Exile

  1. Lovely and gentle. My blood pressure is back to normal again ….

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  2. Norman Pilon says:

    Beautifully written; beautifully played; beautifully sang.

    I forget more than I remember; but sometimes I, too, do remember people I loved and who are gone.

    Into exile, indeed..

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  3. beetleypete says:

    I am lucky that most of my memories still have substance. Those gone can be imagined, and others may be seen again one day. I don’t envy those who leave everything behind.
    Best wishes, Pete.

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