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Poetry Corner

By Jim Farfaglia

 

The Last Bloom

 

Gladiola, single

and late for the fair,

your time has come

to grace my garden party.

 

Your colorful kin,

long faded and snipped,

have returned to the earth,

for the next generation.

 

But here you are,

long past the bountiful season,

offering a reason to hope

for all of us late bloomers.

Poetry Corner

By Jim Farfaglia

College Bound

 

The night air streams in,

car windows wide open,

feeling the fullness of summer

 

and breathing in the beauty

that Seals and Crofts are singing;

treasuring it, for our tomorrows…

 

Old enough to know this endless fun will end.

Young enough to wonder

how we’ll learn to leave it all behind…

 

No one says a word; the song on the radio

playing like a gentle breeze,

soothing the ache that’s closing in.

Poetry Corner

By Jim Farfaglia

Game Land

Where else can you choose to be

a wheelbarrow or a race car,

a top hat or a terrier – or a thimble,

like you’d find atop Grandma’s finger?

 

Where else is it OK to take chances,

freely dip into the community chest,

or, with a roll of the dice,

figure out your utility bill?

 

Where else is money the colors of a rainbow

and green your only choice for house paint?

Where is it possible to collect rent

whenever somebody happens to stop by?

 

Where else can you hop a train every 10 steps,

make a “right turn only” at each corner,

and find those in need living a stone’s throw

from those who have?

 

Where else in life do you get the option

to go to jail or just pay a visit,

turn rich or poor in the blink of an eye,

and earn a crisp $200, just for ending up

 

back where you started?

Poetry Corner

Camp Nurse

By Jim Farfaglia

 

Looking back

she must’ve been fresh out of college,

sporting a camp T-shirt and shorts

– no starched whites and cap for her –

as she checked each of us in

with her free-flowing smile.

 

At the first campfire

I found out she liked to sing,

and to my restless ears

she had the sweetest contralto,

offering Baez and Dylan

over flickering flames…

 

Which is why,

more than a few nights that season,

I faked illness right around bedtime.

She’d check my temperature,

run through her questions,

then – like the wise nurse she was becoming –

she’d offer the perfect remedy

in song.

High Dive

by Jim Farfaglia

My brother and I pedal like mad,

leaving behind our quiet country road

and weaving through the city’s busy life.

 

A dime buys us a locker key,

we slip on our bathing suits

– bare feet tiptoeing on cold concrete –

 

and enter the West Side Pool,

with its endless playful waters

to splash away our summer sweat.

 

Later, sunning myself on a towel,

I watch the brave ones climb each rung,

triumphantly reaching the top,

 

then effortlessly diving into the water’s arms…

When would I climb my stairway of growing up?

How would I ever break the surface of my fear?

After a Summer Storm

by Jim Farfaglia

The sky pulls back its curtain

and the world, light again,

is revealed:

Every flower, every greenery,

battered by the rain,

bows to its power.

The oak and the maple,

having gallantly faced the tempest,

raise their arms in jubilation.

Street and roadside streams,

carrying tales of sound and fury,

gather to chatter away while the mourning dove,

who’s survived it all before, circles the world with a calming coo.

Poetry Corner: All For a Dollar

by Jim Farfaglia

All For a Dollar

 

It still buys the daily paper,

a couple of postage stamps

or a cup of coffee at the diner.

 

It still lights the eyes of a child

and brings a smile to their face

when we buy a streetside lemonade.

 

It still folds up neatly

and slips into a bucket at holiday time;

yes, it still funds a dream – ours or another’s.

 

And it still holds its purpose

as we hold one in our hand –

Mr. Washington looking up in earnest,

reminding us to use it for the good.

Moon Moment

by Jim Farfaglia

Moon Moment

 

At my first glimpse of you –

just a comma in the evening sky –

I pause,

 

my clouded vision

my rainy-day blues

my skyful of regrets   vanishing

 

with just the illumination

of your slim, but undeniable truth:

How everything that holds me down

 

crumbles, when you lift me up.