Margarita was ripe
before her time
at thirteen she was with the bad boys
causing Timmy Jessen’s downfall
and giving Jimmy Johnson one month of bliss
at fifteen she dated college boys
and though I was long gone
by her eighteenth year
I’m sure she married well
she once confessed to me
she did not want to end up
like her older sister Francine
handed off from the Galtieri brothers
to Tony Esposito
and then down the line
this in a moment of self-reflection
they all often had with me
but I do believe
she made it out
if anyone did
with fewer scars
and even less memories
Reblogged this on Leonard Durso and commented:
Remembering the pack 5: Margarita
Poetry doesn’t rise higher than when it makes us want our lives to count for something. Your poem does that, Len. Well done! 🙂
Thank you, Ron, for that kind comment.
Write on, Bard, write on . . .
Thank you, Peter.