upon returning...

upon returning

i carry many words

of mine and others

bundled in a digital scroll.

i won't ever fail to distinctly remember:

1. three cocks lane in gloucester

2. the low ceiling of madrid's metro

3. the piggy display at a butcher's in naples

4. the blue greece should get a copyright for

5. the jar of vinegar, sugar and water

that my father uses to attract

wasps away from the grapes.

i have learned how to drive

at the age jesus died.

i am coming home:

the book

the promise

and

the scribe

the music of northern greece

zeus just about to capture europa

goats to roam

strategic sunset

somebody else's husband

everybody's grandma

organized crime

sea salty

a good antidote for polytheism

a generational fit

romeo and juliet wannabes

the awareness of triumph

no cure for the blues

the court jester's siesta

the uneven road to becoming keith richards

...or, as we call it, football

they are frozen, i swear,
mid-jump, not sweaty at all.
after midnight the halogen glare
makes children look like adults-
a small nose casts a huge shadow
a tiny dimple is a crater.
the only thing that moves is the ball,
hypnotized by what could have been
non-linear geometry.