This February 4, 2010 posting was from a note I received from brother Tom, t. (the cat) — kenne
” Funny ” about memory and sometimes LOSS OF IT !! I have spent the last two plus hours searching for this poem because I had forgotten the title. It is not listed of his poems on line.
Finally, I remembered that I first came across it in Garrison Keillor’s WRITERS ALMANAC.
I thought of Bukowski because of the anniversary of that ABSOLUTELY overated Neal Cassidy and his death on this date in 1968 at age 41.
Bukowski…a titan! Neal…a mere shadow!
I really like the poem.
t. (the cat)
to lean back into it
like in a chair the color of the sun
as you listen to lazy piano music
and the aircraft overhead are not
at war.
where the last drink is as good as
the first
and you realize that the promises
you made yourself were
kept.
that’s plenty.
that last: about the promises:
what’s not so good…
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