Cities and suburbs, real and imaginary.

Monday, October 15, 2018

Sonnet #265

the stories we tell to our children
are the stories we tell to the future
the stories we tell to each other
are the stories we tell to the days olden
It sounds like perhaps I have this reversed
But, listen, when we speak of the past
to the children, we're telling the stories that last
about ourselves, about life's trajected, projected
And we mean them to carry down the line
When I tell stories to my peers, I say
I tell you what, man, I say do you find
that we are alike? Do you remember the way
the same way I remember the way, I'm tryin'
to be sure to take the shape of myself, have my say

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