Sonnet

Mulberry
-By Ed DiMartino


Paved, ordinary, and simple it stands

Day after day trampled by mellow folk

Walls crowded, painfuly coarse by the hands

Drenched shadows pass - not a word to be spoke'

Still - not a sudden move falls out of place

Clenching my old sachel deep in my side

Eyes rolled up - desparate - to dark, clouded space

Searching for secrets that memories hide

Reaching for jugglers and vast circus rings

Graceful giraffes and exotic bird song

Grasping at zings and orchestral pings

Things that before me are sure to belong

But time - a magician - plays the vanishing game

For Mulberry no longer remains the same