December
“On the fire escape, one
stupid petunia still blooms,
purple trumpet blowing”
Posts Tagged "poem"
An Old Poem Finds Me on Twitter
Last night, right before I was heading to bed, I happened to see this on Twitter. Imagine my surprise when someone mentioned they had read an old poem of mine – and for a high school class, no less!
Baseball and Classicism
“Every day I peruse the box scores for hours
Sometimes I wonder why I do it
Since I am not going to take a test on it
And no one is going to give me money”
Work
“I could tell they were father and son,
the air between them slack, as though
they hardly noticed one another.”
Mimesis
“For two weeks
She waited
Until it left of its own accord”
Amusing Our Daughters
“We don’t lack people here on the Northern coast,
But they are people one meets, not people one cares for.”
Taking Turns
“I pass a woman on the beach.
We both wear graying hair,
feel sand between our toes,
hear surf, and see blue sky.”
Late February
“The first warm day,
and by mid-afternoon
the snow is no more
than a washing
strewn over the yards”
Ascension
“First day of February,
and in the far corner of the yard
the Adirondack chair,
blown over by the wind at Christmas,
is still on its back,”
Life is Beautiful
“Take the fly, angel
of the ordinary house, laying its bright
eggs on the trash, pressing each jewel out
delicately along a crust of buttered toast.”
Growing Apples
“There is big excitement in C block today.
On the window sill,
in a plastic ice cream cup
a little plant is growing.”
Bessie Dreaming Bear
“we all went to town one day
went to a store”
The Loneliness of the Military Historian
“Confess: it’s my profession
that alarms you.
This is why few people ask me to dinner,
though Lord knows I don’t go out of my way to be scary.”
October
I used to think the land
had something to say to us,
back when wildflowers
would come right up to your hand
as if they were tame.
Swinging From Parents
“The child walks between her father and mother,
holding their hands. She makes the shape of the y“