"77 degrees" is, of course, in the Fahrenheit measure. Equivalent to 25 degrees Celsius.

Fourth Elegy

I'll pray for you
over the first mug of Folgers
at 1.48 am
a dead-of-the-night rosary
the mysteries of anguish
the mysteries of compassion

I'll pray for you

as the Fenway sound-system
blares the Dropkick Murphys
after a come-from-behind Red Sox victory

I'll pray shamrocks
and Celtic crosses
and the Daughters of St Paul

I remember

so many things


That hot November day

77 degrees

the three of us
you and me and Debba
sat in Sheila's booth
at the Arlington Diner
for midafternoon breakfast
omelets the size of Montana

You once called Sparky
a mack daddy
Sparky from Allston
(85 if he's a day)

When you drove
you would blow cigarette smoke
through the rolled-down window
and speed up Mass Ave
with a flip-flopped foot
on the gas-pedal

If you saw I was getting
cranky on Facebook
you'd call me up
at 10 at night
okay talk to me kid
what's goin on

I'd always thank you profusely
you'd always shrug it off
it's what friends do
you'd do the same for me

One Christmas or Easter
or St Patrick's Day I gave you
the Glenstal Book of Prayers
with the purple cover

One summery evening
late last March in Brighton Center
you gave me the preconciliar missal
on my bedside table
half in French half in Latin
it had belonged to Sister P--------
your aunt who lived in Canada

I can still see
the glow-in-the-dark Batman logo
on your bat-black t-shirt
as you sat up in your hospital bed
chatting with visitors

Once I made bold to say
I just adore you
and you said
right back atcha

Poetry by Thomas DeFreitas The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2019-03-13 at 08:42

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Jamsbo Rockda The PoetBay support member heart!
So heartfelt but rather sad. Like the end of a movie. Or one of the tv dramas where they show you a pastiche and talk meaningfully at the end.

josephus The PoetBay support member heart!
The intimacy of this is breathtaking. I feel like Iím in the back seat listening on a long drive while the two of you are reminiscing. Beautiful, Thomas.