I have unfinished business.
\nI have a childhood to repair.
\nI have a forest to cut down
\nand restore,
\nand stars that need replacing.
\nA few will remain,
\nand the bay will keep its contour.<\/p>\n
There is the sweet smell of cinnamon
\nand bread, in the bakery
\nby my grandmother\u2019s house.
\nThat will always be a corner I go to,
\non my way to school,
\nwhere I failed reading,
\nand loved heaven.
\nThis has all to do with nothing
\nas I stand in line at the grocery,
\nand watch faces,
\nas I stare at the television
\nand leave books accumulate,
\nunread on my stand.<\/p>\n
For I have become serious.
\nI have a question for the water,
\nthe islands,
\nthe boats that never stop sailing.
\nFor Sandusky and Warren Street,
\nand a brother who died in battle.
\nI have a question
\nregarding the dust on my shoes,
\nand the apples
\nthat filled my childhood
\nwith sweet fragrances.<\/p>\n
Tell me if you can,
\nhow many universes there are,
\nand unnumbered souls
\nthat belong to me?
\nHow many times I listened
\nby a silent window,
\nand waited for the end of time,
\nso that
\nI could be an old man
\nand see how perfect
\nit all is,
\nand how nothing need change,
\nexcept a childhood to repair.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
I have unfinished business. I have a childhood to repair. I have a forest to cut down and restore, and stars that need replacing. A…<\/p>\n