Word Simple. Harold J. Recinos
make it
feel a world
without end.
But looking
out the window
at the strained street,
I recalled
the smell of the
bar where Sonia
dissolved
dreams
dancing near
naked for greasy
men who
emptied their pockets
of change for a
peak.
my heart twisted
remembering
the day Sonia
said Johnny the
cop wanted her
to be his
perfect girl.
I cried recalling
the walk in the
little park where
Sonia stepped on a dry leaf
that crunched so loudly
beneath her foot she
whispered—that is
life for me. I looked
up at the moon with
my wet eyes stared
it in the face to say Sonia
with her choked heart
is trying to outlast
these splitting
days.
Charmed
she sits in a rocking chair going
back to the stories that charmed
her heart for hours, tales read in
the dim light of a child’s room
that shaped excitement with the
simple turn of a page, heroines
met in the woods, Cinderella losing
a shoe, God walking in garden, a
Pegasus in the sky pushing cotton
ball clouds, journeys to the bottom
of the sea, young boys chasing down
glory, and clocks with blind delight
relaxing the forward march of time.
in her aged imagination the entire world
is no more than a miniature country, a
lonely dwelling, the fading earth, a thing
meant to be vaguely understood. the seasons
speak to her now in long sentences that last
well into the night, they forget sometimes
to smile at her, but unafraid of all this change
the old woman simply waits for the future
always in the quiet room reaching for simple
plans and the warmth of light.
The Apartment Visit
the last time I visited Carmen
she said the neighbors upstairs
are stealing her mail. some nights
she imagines they are standing just
outside her apartment door casting
spells to turn her hours into ice cold
stone. when you walk by her door
on the third floor of the building it’s
easy to hear her talking to her dead
son about the days they use to go out
dancing in the Bronx clubs Tito Puente
played, the aluminum Christmas tree
they would put up each year with a
rainbow colored spot light shining in
a dark living room on it, the trips to
Orchard Beach to stand looking over
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