MAN YOUNG AND OLD
For T.F.
“Love has gone the way of the of the Sea Mink, The Tacoma Pocket Gopher and the Antillean Rice Rat”, the old man bitterly swears through his rotting teeth.
“No, old man. You’re sadly mistaken. I will agree in part, but it is the Karner Blue Butterfly, the
Pin Pinion Moth, the Leatherback Sea Turtle by which the flame remains still carried. A rarity yes – vanished, no”, the young man responds delicately, as not to offend his elder’s pride of wisdom.
“As a man who has traveled the world through, seen many wars come and go, betrayals rip apart happy
homes, lonely inhabitants of cold death beds and
parades of streetwalkers in search of the immaculate fix;
I will need some proof to be convinced of such a naïve
and youthful claim…”
The young man scratches his head…
“If science is your language then a formula I
will construct…
Such a thing requires two in the seeking. Then chance or fate, whichever you
prefer, must provide them in the finding. Then something is born between
the two once found.
You see… this happens when a mirror is discovered, behind the eyes of lovers.
Like a child, this new thing must be cared for, and not abandoned in strife.
And under these compassionate conditions – when respect
and honest appraisal is carefully passed between, as if milk from
a soft and swollen breast – then it can be seen –
as it grows and strengthens…
and thoughts of darkness become what they are, and cower in the place,
where all meaningless things choose to shrink and hide”.
The old man laughs…
“A formula you have constructed…but your
goal of proof is not achieved. This sounds more
a formula for calculated seduction! And in this way,
you might surely be onto something!”
The young man looks to the ground disappointingly.
“I see I speak not to that which is endangered – but
to a common heart which seeks to replicate its commonness.
For I have found what I was seeking in a gentle partner!
And by her generosity, my heart she rests
in sheets of silk and cotton – and through this filter I have
found the things so long forgotten.
It is clear to me, why your teeth, old man, have become so foul and rotten.”
The old man takes a step back and stumbles,
his eyes widen as if exposed to the victim of
his own impulsive murder.
“Well, this based on experience and not by
mere assumption, has caused me to question
all my choices – as they were done under thoughts of
bleak construction “.
The young man asks, “And ended in destruction?”
The old man shamefully admits, “And ended in destruction.”
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