Arrotino

Poesy plus Polemics

Photo at vyturelis.com Photo at vyturelis.com

on Saturday city-street mornings

the cobbles would crackle with clackety-clacks

from the lumbering wheels

of a jury-rigged pushcart

bearing an ancient gray grindstone wheel

“forbici coltelli” “scissors and knives”

sang the little old raggedy man

who came from my mother’s home town

he would sharpen your tools

for some pennies or food

sell you second hand implements

hung from proud pegs along sides of his cart

axe heads and mower blades

cleavers and chisels

anything needing a sharply honed edge

I was only a lad when his cart

disappeared and I went to his wake

where the room couldn’t hold

all the flowers and tears

for the little old raggedy man

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