Kelly cherry 1940 alzheimer’s he stands at the door, a crazy old
Kelly Cherry 1940 ALZHEIMER’S He stands at the door, a crazy old man Back from the hospital, his mind rattling Like the suitcase, swinging from his hand, That contains shaving cream, a piggy bank, a book he sometimes pretends to read, His clothes. On the brick wall beside him roses and Columbine slug it out for space, claw the mortar. The sun is […]
