The Times of Our Lives

By Tom Probasco


Unmemorable things

that I do most days

(like parking between the lines

in certain spaces

on P2,


turning my phone to low

before riding the escalator up

to a public service desk

at Central Library)

I notice and wonder how long


before the most memorable things

(like when I first laid eyes on you,

and you . . .

wonderful things,

beautiful things,


and then when I learned

the world is on fire)

become less distinct.

Growing dizzy

I may be blending


memorable and forgettable

moments and now

I have to go.

I have someplace

I have to be.


Tom Probasco has been a librarian at Central Library in downtown Indianapolis for over twenty years and published poems in a couple early Indiana Writers Center publications, Inprint and one of the Indiannual volumes.  When he thinks of work, his years as a shoeshine boy in his father’s barbershop in Xenia, Ohio and stacking hay bales on wagons for the farmers that were his neighbors outside of town stand out as the real thing from a long time ago, and time just seems weirder all the time. He’s also a volunteer for Citizens Climate Lobby which exists to promote a national policy called Carbon Fee & Dividend to put a price on carbon emissions.

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