Moon Over The Wabash (for my father)
You walked to
the northeast corner
of Lester Square
on your way home
from 14 beers & 9
shots of Old Grand Dad,
staggering & ducking
behind the
only bush on
the block to
relieve yourself,
slurring the words
of your agony
for your dead wife …
my mother.
You were
mumbling
at the moon over
the Wabash,
as I was sleeping,
dreaming this dream of you.
- Doug Draime
Last modified on January 9, 2007.
