Tipping Points

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Hemingway circa 1922

I see him

lean

proud headed

iron jawed

stepping into a busy bistro

on the Champs De Lysee'

his first wife Hadley

swaying in a black evening dress

shiny as a beetle's back

adoring eyes wide open

her spine tingling

to know he will

spell bind with conversations

and burgeoning ideas

for new manuscripts

She holds his hand

beneath the starched

table cloth

He is already Earnest Hemingway

he is serving every battlefield

soldier's life sentence

his wives

his fame

his indulgences

now and later

will fuel and pacify

his spectacular passions

without a palliative emerging

to mollify his night sweat dreams

or cloud the memory

of a dead soldier's face