Laughter from the Park

Birds fly over headcars running by going nowhere
a kids laughter is heard, echoes throughout the little park
a siren goes offthe boy doesnt know why(at the military base nearby)
it sounds again, soldiers smiling with their marching arrangements
and life goes on, on, on,
as always.
The little boy runs, tries to whistle, escapes and hides (under bushes)
from those flying birds, and creepy crawlers
playing in that deep green, with its soft soil (anxiously)
and from the swings and teeter-totter, drama under the blue
he looks about this mysterious worldwith new eyes.
All is clear; flowers budded above the bushes, light from the sun
creates a warm wind and a view that puts a smile on the boys face
to his memory completely fresh as a new born chick
its life that will not be remembered, not at four
And life goes on, on, on,
as always.
The boys hands, mind and body are mixed with geometry
he is living in a magic world, merrymaking his revelry,
with the dome of the earth overhead, as his silver throne
looking for that golden trumpet, that sounded a while ago!
From the park to the Old Babenhausen Tower we walk
Cody and me, it is 1975; to him, the sun is a ball above his head,
but he doesnt say a word, he doesnt have the vocabulary yet;
he just thinks it.
Our apartment is down the street a bit from the tower,
I reveal a secret to him: that evening is coming
and that the moon is a ball, colored like the sun
and neither one follows him, it just seems so!
He keeps the secret and smileslooks up.
He is living with multiple wings
and his mind is racing like the swings,
and life goes on, on, on
as always.
He wonders if hell have time to catch up?

Dedicated to Cody Siluk Sir; No: 1941 (8-17-2007); the author lived in Babenhausen, Germany for several months in 1975, out of close to 5-years he spent in West Germany throughout the 70s.

The Long Glimpse

From the arch of the doorway
Shed look my way, into the garage, at me
as I readied my automobile to go someplace;
Shed be looking-steadfast
Id open my car door a bit, ask:

Why you staring? (at me)

No reason, shed reply, smiling.
Then with a tinge of hesitation
she summon up, and said (at 83):
softly, in an almost whisper You.
((as if she had remembered the day I

was born) (almost in a trance.))
And Id for the life of me
not know why; I know now though, she was
simply getting a long glimpse before
she died (for she died shortly after).
I guess, she was really saying goodbye,
saying goodbye with a long glimpse
to last between now and then, when wed
meet again.

No: 1947 8-24-2007