this morning trails to the east side of
the porch, led my gaze to rest upon
the season's declining sapodilla clusters, brown,
sparse and turning the concrete a warm mahogany.
My ears hearing your voice as you called,
head rearing to your valiant direction. Eyes
unfocused for a confusing particle of a second,
while I realize again for what must be
the millionth time, that men in dark blue
dress shirts clinging to their skin in this dusky
humidity-
are only reminder that you are gone.
oh captain my captain © 2010
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