Saturday, April 13, 2019

Wednesday, April 10, 2019

I Love You Too, Dear


My goodness, who would have 
Guessed her words meant 
And still mean much 
The same as mine, 

And yet,there’s still that much 
More between us to divine, 
Dowsers each, bent on plumbing 
The other's unfathomable line. 


Monday, April 8, 2019

Runoff Past Nothingness


Blow 

Hard go tell it on 
The mountain when 

The passes are still 
Choked 

With spring snow. 


Friday, April 5, 2019

Septuagenarian Spring Solstice Alarum


Something past the pedestrian sprang out 
Of deep sleep this ho-hum dawn and perched 

On a limb of a budding, dumb-stricken tree—sweet 
Sweet bird of lost youth, was it you dared wake me? 



Tuesday, April 2, 2019

Pedagogical Exegesis


In reply 
To my question 
As to why 
She looked so 
Haplessly glum in her 
Third grade class photo, 
My wife came back with 

You can’t tell but 
The skirt I was wearing 
Was threadbare and torn, 
And I was holding it so 
The tear wouldn’t show, 

The teacher smiling 
In the middle of the back 
Row was petty and mean 
And struck us with an olive switch 
He kept on his desk if we didn’t know

The answers to his questions; 
He flunked me in the second, 
Said more learning’s what I needed 
To make the grade, you tell me now 
How could I not hate him so? 


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