January 2017
I'm almost 70 and still working because I lived a reckless life beginning in the Sixties. I've lived all over the USA and done everything from stand-up and radio to factory work. I have a lovely sixteen year old daughter who I try to help along the way with my second ex who lives close by. My poetry has appeared online and in print.
a church of mirrors
at the gym,
I watched
them watching
themselves:
a mob of hard flesh
flexing, lifting,
and posing,
gathered before
the mirrors,
staggered in odd
rows, so they
could each catch
a glimpse
of themselves
in the bright glass,
to worship what
they’d been taught
was the most
important
thing in the world.
Unabashed Sentiment
A blizzard in Hoboken
when she was six. We
played on the deserted
walkway by the Hudson,
Manhattan’s skyline
curtained in white
across the gray water.
We threw snowballs
and she rolled around
in the great drifts, her
laughter rising into the
snow’s mysterious silence.
When I looked down
into her joyful eyes
I knew that that moment
shining like a morning
sun was my moment
of all moments. And I
turned away quickly,
so she couldn’t see
the storm of my tears.
©2016 Paul Lojeski
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