Saturday, June 25, 2022

Two poems

EVERY SO OFTEN

The Stop Requested voice
From the bus
And the No Lifeguard On Duty sign
At the beach
Get together.
It’s lit.
The party, the shoes.
Bomb-ass music.


THIS MORNING IN THE BOTANICAL GARDEN

What’s your name?
When I told him
He started to walk away
But then stopped, turned, and looked at me
Like the page had been refreshed
And he was seeing me anew.
I repeated myself.
That’s my name I said.
He took a step away. Stopped.
Looked at me. He wasn’t quite sure
Where he stood in the universe.
His body wanted to flee, but his feet were steadfast.
He removed his hat.
He took a knee.
My Lord.



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Saturday, June 18, 2022

This poem inspired me early on; it still does:

Recuerdo
by Edna St. Vincent Millay

We were very tired, we were very merry—
We had gone back and forth all night on the ferry.
It was bare and bright, and smelled like a stable—
But we looked into a fire, we leaned across a table,
We lay on a hill-top underneath the moon;
And the whistles kept blowing, and the dawn came soon.

We were very tired, we were very merry—
We had gone back and forth all night on the ferry;
And you ate an apple, and I ate a pear,
From a dozen of each we had bought somewhere;
And the sky went wan, and the wind came cold,

We were very tired, we were very merry,
We had gone back and forth all night on the ferry.
We hailed, “Good morrow, mother!” to a shawl-covered head,
And bought a morning paper, which neither of us read;
And she wept, “God bless you!” for the apples and pears,
And we gave her all our money but our subway fares.