They caught us together…

They caught us together
laughing with the ghosts
of George Washington Carver
and the Wizard of Menlo Park.

Henry Ford collected Lincoln’s
broken china at rummage
and blamed it on the Jews.

Everyone knows you start
with the kitchen and bathrooms
even at 39 and still nursing.

Night was revealed in 3 photos —
me ringing the chapel bell,
the raven over Poe’s back door

and the brass plate
on Walt Whitman’s house
engraved with your special number.





About Ray Sharp

Father, poet, triathlete, local public health planner
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4 Responses to They caught us together…

  1. Ray, this is weird. But I like it. It’s like walking down a street at night and it’s quiet and you can hear the power lines buzzing around you and above you and you know the sound is all your neighbors’ houses being alive with light and sound but you can’t decipher it. But you can walk and enjoy it just the same.

  2. Love this magical poem, Ray!

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