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Untitled: We sat…


We sat in the donut.
What could be more Canadian than this Tim's?
But now I'm the old geezer.
Sarah's even older.
She's my "Mother Project".
My restitution for the years
I kept estranged from my mother.
(Don't take sides, kids!)

Sarah talks of Danzig in the thirties.
She was just a girl:
dark haired, dark eyed.
They told her blond sister
not to play with the Jew.
"They stole my little ruby ring
right off my finger."
"Who? The Polish kids?"
"German kids. It was a German city
before the Russians drove them away."

"I remember seeing Goebbels
walking down the street
with some officers and soldiers.
I was afraid they'd see me."

Here in the Tim Horton's
all that is so far away, yet near,
and should be significant,
but it's just another day in our waning lives.

"The loneliness, Sarah,
does one get used to it?"
"No, love.
The loneliness stays."

 

 

 

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