Worked nights in a steel mill in Detroit,
And as a young child, it was always my goal
To stay up just long enough to see him
When he came home.
Most of the time I failed and fell asleep waiting,
But sometimes I was successful
And was waiting for him wide eyed and awake
At the front door as he entered.

It is always his boots that I remember most
And only incidentally his black metal lunch pail.
It seems I was always on the floor at his feet
On which he wore big black work boots
Their toes gray smudged with soot and ash
A swirling mixture of light and dark
That somehow now seems to me to be like
Moonlight shining across the clouds
On a November night.



DOUG TANOURY is primarily a poet of the Internet with the majority of his work never leaving electronic form. His verse can be read at electronic magazines and journals across the world. Collections of poetry by Doug Tanoury can be found at Funky Dog Publishing and Athens Avenue.  ebook collections of poetry by Doug Tanoury can be read and downloaded at his personal site. Doug grew up in Detroit, Michigan and still lives in the area.

Doug Tanoury credits his 7th grade poetry anthology from Sister Debra's English class, Reflections On A Gift Of Watermelon Pickle And Other Modern Verse, (Stephen Dunning, Edward Lueders and Hugh Smith, (c) 1966 by Scott Foresman & Company) as exerting the greatest influence on his work. He still keeps a copy of it at his writing desk.
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