Annie
(an appreciation)
Kevin Mooneyham
[kibbinkev@yahoo.com]
Where are you Annie?
I haven't gone far
since you put all the tough
questions to me.
"What about the draft?"
Who cares now?
The doctors made me
a drug dependant
bleed to death
before the medics
could treat me
4F
kinda guy.
Ash Wednesday
at the bike rack
grey cross plastered
to your forehead
you asked the tough
GOD questions.
I've found my answers now.
By your way of thinking
god lost.
By my way of thinking
divinity won.
The movie parties
with R rated videos,
"Have you seen that before?"
You loved to tease me.
Now I've seen all that
and more, maybe more
than I should have seen.
What did T.S. Eliot say
about man and reality?
No tough questions the last time
I saw you back from Eastern Europe.
No idea that your youthful idealism
had taken a beating and you were tired.
The girl who was more than a woman
trying to express her frustration
to the man who was still a boy.
Now when I ask myself the tough questions
sometimes, it's your voice I hear.
Poem © 1999 Kevin Mooneyham, all rights reserved
appears here by permission
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