I am seeing my universe.


But it’s unsatisfactory, tawdry, hollow, a wisp ….

The plumber splices a line.

He tells me to turn off the water.

I do.

The carpenter tells me to help lift a couch out of his workspace.

I do.

Two simple jobs.

I return to my crumpled vision,

Telling myself my books are my soul – delusion –

As I wanted to do more, be more

Than a stumbling senior who turns off water and lifts a couch ….

Eugene “Gene” Novogrodsky, early February 2015



Author: Editor


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