Perry S. Nicholas
I am an Associate Professor of English at Erie Community College North in Buffalo, N.Y. I have 5 books, 4 chapbooks, and 1 CD of poetry. I am married to Maria Sebastian, a well-known singer/songwriter, and we perform our poetry and music together at many venues in the WNY area. For more information please visit my website: www.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 more nada y pues nada—just everything.
©2017 Perry S. Nicholas
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