will you still love me?
LUCKIES
The loop of rusty cable incisesits shadow on the stucco wall.
My father smiles shyly and takes
one of my cigarettes, holding it
awkwardly at first,
as if it were
a dart, while the yard slowly
swings across the wide sill
of daylight.
Then it is a young man’s
quick hand
that rises to his lips, he leans against the wall,his white shirt open at the throat,
where the skin is weathered, and
he chats and
daydreams,
something he never does.
Smoking his cigarette,he is even
younger than I am,
a brother who
begins to guess,
amazed, that what
he will do will turn out
to be this.
He recalls the househe had
when I was born, leaning against it
now after work, the pale stucco
of memory, 1947.
Baby bottles stand near the sink inside.The new wire of the telephone, dozing
in a coil, waits for the first call.
The years are smoke.
Reginald Gibbons (also born 1947)
“Luckies” from The Ruined Motel. Copyright © 1981 by
Reginald Gibbons. All rights reserved.
Reginald Gibbons. All rights reserved.
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