In Memory

Frank S. Waits

I knew Frank had passed away but have been unable to locate any information about him.  He did not have a picture in the yearbook and was a forgotton man.  If anyone has additional information about Frank please share it with the class. -  Joseph Tomanelli

Rest in Peace


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09/05/11 03:11 PM #1    

Daniel Krell

Man in a Parking Lot


When you have a son

you start seeing men

backwards, intuiting their childhood

selves beneath the years of accretions—

the bags and jowls, paunches,

thickened, crumpled skin,

the whole weight of the individual

personality, its freight of filters,

opinions, prejudices, habits,

likes, congealed—as if you knew them

before they even knew themselves.


So when a man stumbles toward you,

mumbling, across the Cubb's Foods parking lot,

unkempt and coatless in the snow,

and your discriminating mind says

"madman," "danger," though he never

once looks up, locked in an altered world,

fixed, unfixable, you lock your car door and then

sit there wondering how it happened,

when things started going wrong.

Knowing he was once a toddler—

for pity's sake—you find it

strange, unreal, this mane of wild

grey hair, grey beard. Somehow

you know it doesn't belong on him,

all that hair, and you don't know

how he got to be so lost, so sick, so old.




by Catherine Jagoe, from Casting Off. © Parallel Press, 2007

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