the stride
Norman and I, both 19. striding the streets of
night…feeling big, young young, big and
young
Norman said, “Jesus Christ, I bet nobody
walks with giant strides like we do!”
1939
after having listened to
Stravinsky
not long
after,
the war got
Norman.
I sit here now
46years later
on the second floor of a hot
one a.m. morning
drunk
still big
not
so young.
Norman, you would
never guess
what
has happened to
me
what
has happened to
all of
us.
I remember your
saying: “make it or
break it.”
neither happened and
it
won’t.