Bio Note: I am a recently-retired English Professor at SUNY at ERIE in Buffalo, N.Y. I have published one textbook of poetry prompts, three full-length and six chapbooks of original poetry, along with two CDs of poetry. I have appeared many times on Verse-Virtual over the years, and you can see my work at perrynicholas.com.
In photographs, I touch your granite face, To rub away those days you’d stumbled home, Straight VO in your hand, with little grace You lifted a mock toast to set the tone Of strength and towering presence of a birch. I stare at you, then conjure black and blue, One small soldier on his silent march to church-- The way a father teaches, I assumed. After long nights of roaming the district dark, I used your branch to shield the blinding day And carved a deeper sweetness in the bark, Sought new mentors—cummings, Hemingway. Here’s to you, who taught me how not to sing: No nada y pues nada—but everything.
©2022 Perry Nicholas
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