Monday, February 24, 2014

Family

Suddenly, strangers arrive
And look down at him. They seem
To expect him to be vague,
But he is not vague. He is
Intense, his gaze rotating
From one face to another.
He would like to embrace them.

They try to ask him questions.
He's loving, all smiles, but mute
Because he can't remember
Anything he wants to say,
Anything to make them stay.
One stray paraphrase returns
Once the visitors leave him

Staring out the sun window.
"The innkeeper did away
With their astonishment when
He told them that this man was
Don Quixote and there was
No need to pay attention
To him, gone out of his mind."

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