I can’t remember much of 2012 but poetically it was a good one. This one was written about my neighbor in Hoboken. He was a
memorable character, a man from another age. He was one of the last of the ‘old
guard’ before the Yuppies swarmed the city like ferocious locusts.
Dominick is Sweeping
(Dedicated to the past)
By John Kaniecki
Dominick is sweeping
I am sure that he is dead
Eternally sleeping
He is but a momentary memory
in my head
I do not dwell on the
congenial old man
Who loved to gossip and
recite his life story
Who in his auburn fading
autumn
Was well past youthful glory
But oh how he would chatter
On things that did not matter
My scholastic colleagues
would rudely walk by
Scarcely managing more than a
hi
But I would listen
To the orator broom in hand
But I would listen
And come to understand
Dominick is sweeping
A visionary confined to an
untouchable past
Dominick is sweeping
He was not the first nor was
he the last
Dominick is sweeping
I tell no lie
Dominick is sweeping
And one day so shall I
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