Posts Tagged ‘Poets from Chicago’


 

Manna Falls

Cardinals bicker

and knock seed from the feeder.

Doves parade below.

 

 

 

Hope in Winter

Robin on the lawn.

Three hops and stops to listen.

Somewhere must be spring.

 

 

 

 

 

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All I Did Was Admire Her Aloud
 
“Quiet, please,” I tell her,
“I want to hear the music.”
She is sitting next to me again,
this time on a paisley couch,
a woman in a lime bikini I met
only this morning sprawled
on the Morse Avenue Beach.
All I did was admire her aloud,
not recognize her age, and an hour later
she brought me home with her.
Now she is curling into me again
and moaning at a remarkable pitch.
Finally she spits into my neck
what it’s all about
this time and every time
“Honey…I am…coming.”