Monday, June 25, 2012

Philip Seymour Hoffman in Death of a Salesman - NYC poem #3


a hug that seemed to go on for decades
two actors as
a father and son
reconciled 

no more spite 

tableaux on storied stage
in heart of city
in heart of country
in heart of world 

silence crackling like thunder
except for the sobs 

a hug that transcends specific time and date
and travels miles and years to
heart of individual traveller 

to reconcile 

no spite

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