Deja Vu
I lost my draft card.
Dominoes have never left.
Soldiers flower still.
Sphinx Perspective
Swirling gusts of time
Look beyond the stones long lain
Sands strip bare my skin
Carlo Frank Calo, the grandson of Sicilian immigrants, is a husband, father and grandfather. He was born in Harlem, grew up in the Bronx projects and is retired on Long Island. When not fishing, bicycling, playing poker, working part-time counseling TBI survivors or babysitting his grandchildren he enjoys writing eclectically. He has been published in Hippocampus Magazine, The Fast Forward Festival, The Copperfield Review, and Great South Bay Magazine.
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