Bob Lucky

One evening

after a supper in silence, the man asks the woman, Who’s that in the photo on the mantelpiece, It’s not one of ours is it

No, no, I don’t think so, he looks older than the two of us combined, smells more like ancestor than offspring

Must be important, look at that tie, look at that look in his eyes, I do wish I knew who he was

Or is

Or is, now that would be something, still alive wandering about the neighborhood and never stopping to say hello

            evening shadows the blur of forgotten voices

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About the Author

Bob Lucky is the author most recently of My Thology: Not Always True But Always Truth (Cyberwit, 2019) and the chapbook Conversation Starters in a Language No One Speaks (SurVision Books, 2018), which was a winner of the James Tate Poetry Prize in 2018. Lucky lives in Portugal, where he is working his way through all the regional cheeses and wines.