Rides by
On her custom
Scaled-down
Bicycle,
Ignores our questioning
Glances
And pauses before
A stall
Full of fresh green leafy vegetables,
To show her farmer lady friend
What it is she has
We were wondering about
In that small
Brown flower pot--
A snail,
Small as a new-born baby's thumbnail
And a tiny tenderfoot tortoise--
Miniature grotesques
Along for the ride
Like the rest of us,
Looking curiously
Larger than life.
(First published in First Intensity #21, Fall 2006)
Monday, December 8, 2008
Saturday, December 6, 2008
After the Winnowing, 1945
Imagine only
A stone's throw away
From the marble threshing floor,
Hard stone-ground bread
Being broken into pieces,
Then hurled at sunken cheeks--
The urchins in the village are playing
War again.
A stone's throw away
From the marble threshing floor,
Hard stone-ground bread
Being broken into pieces,
Then hurled at sunken cheeks--
The urchins in the village are playing
War again.
For a Hubristic Grammarian
Sire of conjugation and definitive wit
Of a most demanding demeanor,
You made Philology your Holy Writ
And you were arrogant to the letter--
Made no deference [sic] to Death et al.
Who was the meaner speller.
Of a most demanding demeanor,
You made Philology your Holy Writ
And you were arrogant to the letter--
Made no deference [sic] to Death et al.
Who was the meaner speller.
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