The blind man
walks slowly to the voting polls
reaches for a lever
and pulls it. { … }

Non so piú cosa fare
I don’t know what to do
War after war,
all in the name of peace.{ … }

skies filled with darkening clouds
drops like water balloons fall without warning.
thunder, lightning, rain { … }

Never thought I would enjoy rain
after growing up near San Francisco
foggy summers and dreary, overcast winters
followed by Santa Barbara, more of the same { … }

I remember this scene, driving up Howard Street with my father, just like it was yesterday.{ … }

Yes my love, I see them

smiling, even laughing at us.

We have seen years

and decades go by. { … }

Sitting in his chair on the walk,
day after day
he’s seen many days, years, decades. { … }