It wasn’t what we were looking for
one preternatural summery day
in March, in the Davenport dust.
No app or website prepared us to find
such a vessel of hope near the levees
(they get as much use this year…
It’s just the construction of a new one.
You wince to see the heirloom rhododendrons
and ancient oaks fall in under an hour.
The old house didn’t look like much,
so it was no major stressor to find it gone.
Given the state of the Red Sox today (it certainly frees up a lot of time for writing and other things), this little piece of what feels like prose poetry seems right:
“It breaks your heart. It is designed to …
That meadow was lousy
with “No Trespassing” signs,
trees, poles, stumps
even stone walls afflicted
by owner’s signature
reciting what was verboten.
No sex, drugs or rock and roll!
Worn placards a virtual
microminiskirt on fine, grassy limbs,
an invitation …
My dogs will vote Dem
Pity Seamus’ awful ride
Mitt’s one cold cad.
You are invited to contribute three line haiku, senryu or whatever and I might put them in this spot. Of course, I reserve all …
A semi-shameless plug for a new poetry anthology, “Birchsong, Poetry Centered in Vermont” which includes two of my poems but, more importantly, lots of terrific pieces by authors you know and many you may not.
The official website notes it is …