Never owned.

Not possessed.


A hold on you –

at least for a time,

but mostly forever.


Recklessly time goes,

squandered on detail

where hard-pressed implies devotion,

truth is necessity.



Scraps remain

Pictures lodged in by-ways of recollection.


A blonde toddler

stands the fog-strewn Maine beach.


A red jacket

skips the sun-dappled path of a fall morning.


Wispy hair settles

over a perfectly shaped head

absorbed by the Berenstains.


I am older – not old

That comes later.


Vivid echoes will be washed down the corridors of days,

clear and pure,

where tempos beat an unmeasured journey.


For now –

A smile lights strawberry blonde hair,

more berry than gold.


One arm swings as the room is circuited

He pauses – looks

“Grappa funny”

About Doug Lewandowski

I have walked a varied path. I was a Christian Brother, an English teacher/counselor and Licensed Psychologist. I have a twice monthly column in the Duluth News Tribune and have had a story published in the Nemadji Review and placed third in this year’s Jade Ring contest of the Wisconsin Writer’s Association. I was a commentator for KCRB, Minnesota Public Radio in the 90s. I transplanted to Duluth to be closer to grandchildren.
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1 Response to “Grappa”

  1. sue bruns says:

    Nice. That line really works perfectly as the final line.

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