April 12, 2014

Nostalgia

By Tony Brown

I knew her
when she was,
at first,
all shell, all rind —
no, harder; 

steel hull,
bunker, castle —

I knew her
when it was hard to
know her at all.

Years later
we meet and
she’s 
split open — 

as she is now
she’s more of
a bare nut,
a ripe fruit,
a sweet
without armor.

I liked her better
the other way;

I liked me better
when I had to know her
the other way.

About Tony Brown

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A poet with a history in slam, lots of publications; my personal poetry and a little bit of daily life and opinions. Read the page called "About..." for the details. View all posts by Tony Brown
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