Ronald Wallace Biography

Noon. Hunger the only thing
singing in my belly.
I walk through the blossoming cherry trees
on the library mall,
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occur.
Some days I find myself
putting my foot in
the same stream twice;
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Every Friday night we watched the fights.
Me, ten years old and stretched out on the couch;
my father, in his wheelchair, looking on
as Rocky Marciano, Sonny Liston, Floyd Patterson
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Australia. Phillip Island. The Tasman Sea.
Dusk. The craggy coastline at low tide in fog.
Two thousand tourists milling in the stands
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Sometimes I wish I drank coffee
or smoked Marlboros, or maybe cigars-
yes, a hand-rolled Havana cigar
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