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Groups of short poems.
Spring, Again
1: Spring, Again Once again harbored in the excellent sequence of a man wearing red shoes in the early moments of spring—not yet dancing, not yet ready to dance, but again... poised! 2: Anticipation I recognize the phlebotomist from a previous visit—a young man with a southern accent and a sweet disposition—but this time he flicks, he jerks, he... stings. 3: At the Gym with Earphones Six wall-mounted television screens set to unique audio frequencies—a child's show from Japan with elaborate costumes, choreography & monsters; golf, poker, playoffs, commentary; planes collide over Ohio. 4: Sunday in May And then, entering a room where a favorite song is now beginning the horn sequence—a daughter reclining on the couch; launching a champagne cork from the deck. 5: Black Queen Two teams of men playing hockey. A small crowd enjoying a softball game. A family sits down to dinner. Arguing over the TV remote, a boy and a girl. Our group of four playing hearts. 6: After Gyozan I've reached my 57th year without much pain or hardship. Some things now reveal themselves while others still cause hard surprise or wonderment: I have fathered a phlebotomist! 7: Another Summer My daughter has reached her 23rd year. A windy dusk, I sit on my couch in her new apartment, idling in Reno, Nevada—enjoying life & a beer, gazing at the unyet burned Carson Range. 8: Time Is a Long Rope I Keep Pulling What more was there to do other than piss the night away in a vast and smoky casino in the middle of a vast desert where all things such seem vastly out of place. 9: Many People in Cars in Motion Cars of all makes move along the street—cars of all colors. People of all colors in clothes of all colors—people in motion. Every action precise, perfunctory, so joyous, so reckless. 10: It Gets Dark She stops watering the garden and comes inside to the kitchen in the muted light—then takes a bath. I stop by again to marvel before she slides into our aging bed. back | ToC | next
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