We
were in the same homeroom all through junior high and high school.
He
was one of the popular kids. Me, I knew all of the popular kids, but I didn’t
fit in anywhere. Not even with the other outcasts.
Joe
had this way about him that always made you feel good about yourself and I
believe that’s because he accepts people for who they are no ifs, ands or buts.
When
I see him at the reunions I always feel like I’m meeting the Godfather of
Mayfield Heights or wherever it is he resides because he carries himself with
such an unmistakable confidence you know messing with him would be a big
mistake.
I
was surprised when he told me he reads my poetry that I post on FB, but that
just goes to show you, you never know whose paying attention and what interests
they may hold.
Going
to watch another episode of The Walking
Dead and try and get it out of my head that I may soon be on the street
like an overzealous zombie or disabused Democrat.
The
wind is breaking and there’s a good chance it will never get put back together
again. Not if the deregulation continues and the climate deniers refuse to see
the inconvenient truth through the burning trees.
Some
people are probably wondering if this poem is about Joe Cohen, me or our
screwed up politics that has us under siege and my answer is simply that this
poem is about everything and nothing.
It’s
about laying down a gauntlet or drawing a line in the sand or whatever metaphor
makes sense to you as Joe and I catch up over lunch and for at least an hour or
so I feel safe and like no one can touch me because Mr. Cohen has my back.
Charles Cicirella
12/19/17
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