alfie lee writing


jogging, my memory recalls, as a

flight of flies dog
and fight the dead
weight of my own
machinery, shuffling, puffing,

ahead, hank, in
his normandy blue
WWII Vet's jacket, service
patched, wretches, half

the way back to sunset
park from bethlehem
pa on the casino bus. reading
lights trace and comb each

strand and reach
and scramble and breach
on his bald pate. frazzled
agnes calls

for eddy,
please come, papi
needs help, to wait
on the corner

of 66th and 6th, bus
stop, stand up, tanks, schweets, up
on your feet, a little
more, just a little more.


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