There, we left Lolo at the pier. Waving to us- an enormous ship bounding away from his heartland, with a tireless grace.
And while the ocean's tumblings arrested my guts during our journey, I suspected he walked on home and drank sweet jugs of tu-ba.'
It really is heart-sickening to awaken without the memory of his strums of lullaby the night before...They danced so well in my ears, washing so cleanly as the sea.
Those lonely hands wound up fishing nets at dawn, pinched out candles at night, and sang two more years of desparing heart-ache- from that day I last saw him at the pier... |