Jack Kerouac Writer in Residence Program of Orlando » Michael Trent http://kerouacproject.org The Jack Kerouac Writer in Residence Project of Orlando offers free room and board to writers Wed, 11 Jan 2012 15:50:00 +0000 en hourly 1 http://wordpress.org/?v=3.1 Sky Fall on Family http://kerouacproject.org/sky-fall-on-family/ http://kerouacproject.org/sky-fall-on-family/#comments Mon, 23 Oct 2006 19:48:51 +0000 Michael Trent http://kerouacproject.org/wp/?p=31 Once upon a time, we were a family,
good blacks on the block
in Melrose, blurred white of Boston.
The sky was big then,
swirling ivory and cerulean
and I was 12 in a three-storied house,
with a large backyard sitting in a hill.
Three cement and pale blue steps
welcomed you to our porch
and white screen door.

We were family
jammed wall to wall,
cousins running, Aunts talking
about men they hated
Uncles bragging about women
they jaded. Barbecue smoking
music, nose to nose.

I was in my own world
pasted to a black & white TV,
tight cut-off jeans, round belly,
watching my Uncle crank that machine,
twisting salt, ice, milk, vanilla, cream
sugar, butter, chocolate, nuts
sometimes raisins. It was sweet
and cold and sliding
right to my stomach.

Mouths yelled with laughter
and beer yeasted tongues.
Aretha, Marvin, Teddy,
Curtis, Gladys, and Millie
shifting our beats, our steps
I knew my cousins then,
I remembered their names,
I knew where they lived

We were a family then.

Uncles have died,
Aunts have passed,
Cousins have moved,
bearing their own children.
They have echoes and
flash memories. Our big
house is no more. And my uncle
who turned that crank
has been long gone,
since his wife left him.
The family is bigger
but the sky is so small.
We were family once
upon a time, ago.

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