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A not so familiar coming of age father & son dream sequence . . .
in another time
another place
governed by a different set of rules
an Italian American Once Upon a Time

. . . . . . . .
I remember the drive
his large hands motioning
the thunder in his voice
and the color in his accent
how he would tell me stories
about the old neighborhood
about the old ways
about the hard knocks old school
he graduated from on those old city streets
. . . . . . . .
I remember his gun
cold slick hard steel
and how he showed me to hold it right
hold it tight but loose enough to spring with it
just like you would hold a woman - he said
he should me to aim high
& shoot straight
never take it out just to threaten
but only if threaten for my life
that every man should know how to use one
but only if I really had too
. . . . . . . .
I remember the neighborhoods
and drive over the bridge
the people wandering
some waving at us
others slouching indifferent
like naked trees
like garbage cans
like shadows
. . . . . . . .
I remember the city
how the buildings looked so tall
and how I felt so little & so small
I remember those rides at night
when other boys my age
would be fast asleep counting sheep
I would wander with him into twilight
Past streetlights & neon signs
past mirrors and reflections
and I tried to stay awake as much as I could . . .
I tried to keep him company
to listen to his voice
to soak in every moment like a dry sponge
never knowing when I would have moments like this again
But as he would say "Una Mattina" would come
like a lady siren of the morning sun
Morpheus' mistress of the early part of the day
and rock me to sleep . . . ride me far away
into her "one morning"
into her arms
like my mother once did
when I was very very young
on those car rides along with him
they drove throughout this city,
his city, until the morning
to calm their restless son
. . . . . . . .

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