On Facebook Wayne Posts Pictures
from Havana. My dresser drawer
holds pictures of us in Key West
25 years ago. Our lives climbed
the same tree to separate branches.
For a few years we shared music. Like me,
he loves Tommy James and the Shondells
singing “Mirage,” #1 in Chicago, 1967.
Terrible year, Junior High,
for both of us, gay kids, scared.
We had our own mirages,
love a big one. It seems solid enough
to put your arms around. A snowman,
it melts. The mirage reforms and calls.
How easily to follow, knowing better,
knowing you will do it.
Kenneth Pobo has a new book out from Circling Rivers called Loplop in a Red City. The poems are ekphrastic. Forthcoming is a chapbook from Grey Borders called Dust And Chrysanthemums. Speaking of chrysanthemums, he has some gorgeous orange ones blooming right this very minute.