By Robert M. Katzman April 23, 2016
Retiring from owning a store
What is that?
Time now indivisible?
Never late and no closing early
No more seeking to please
No more checking the clock
No more damning bad days
Regimentation?
Disintegration
by Robert M. Katzman © April 10, 2016
Like discarded trash from yesterday’s opened toys
I see the ghostly echo of my career
Sprinkled across the Chicago like tarnished glitter
Tho’ they used to sparkle for me
Perhaps many people witness
The fast-forwarding of their lives
While still living them
Time relentlessly unfolding
Blank pages written by an unseen hand
Caldwell Grammar School, South Side of Chicago
1962-1964
When I was 12, I sold firecrackers
Purchased from a non-judgmental
And very silent source in
Chicago’s mysterious Chinatown
Ladyfingers to Cherry bombs
Roman Candles to Sky Rockets
To my less enterprising classmates