Doug Tanoury
Jacob
I must have missed his passing
He comes to no more
Sunday
Dinners there was a whirlwind
And then no him no
Gray
Bearded framing a ready smile
No comic no relief
No high
Pitched laughter in the
Aftermath of
Quicker
Than the eye illusions I feel
His absence the hand
On my
Shoulder is gone I did not see
It pull away but felt it
Go and
Am left wondering how long until
We eat like Arabs again
Dipping
Fingers into a communal dish set
Between us on the
Table
Copyright 1986, Doug Tanoury
* * *
Sleepwalking
Footsteps echoing
Down dim-lit halls,
As dreams walk with
Steel-cleated heels
Across terrazzo floors
On the mezzanine
Of consciousness.
Copyright 1989, Doug Tanoury
Doug Tanoury grew up in Detroit and still lives in the area with his wife
and three children. Doug
has been published in Writer's Digest, Ego Flights, and Alura
Quarterly. On-line publications
include Spectrum Press, realpoetik, the Bridge, and Sour Grapes.