Saturday, January 28, 2017

Waiting For My Wife To Return From Foraging, I Find Myself Musing On Unfailing Kismet


I’m sitting in the car 
And something tells me 

Before I can finish 
The poem I started 

In my mind when she left 
Twenty minutes ago, she’ll 

Appear with a full basket 
Of wild greens—see, 

I told you so. 


2 comments:

  1. Wonderful! An "in the moment" poem with three tenses inhabited in the space of 9 lines. Makes me almost taste the greens....

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  2. Thanks, Joseph; you'll be delighted to learn we tasted Eleni's dish that very same night and--I don't want you to turn green with envy--it was indeed wonderful. :)

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