Saturday, April 3, 2010

Driving through a wilderness

An otter hops across the road

Slinks into the swamp, disappears…

Nearby a discarded can of Heineken.

--Peter Goodwin

3 comments:

  1. A Tercet for the Third

    Three petals of this flower
    which grows in my imagined bower
    this blossom is poetry's power.


    May Kuroiwa

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  2. (Late, as usual)



    Cool-white-smooth,an ivory curve of deer
    with points like bony fingers stretched
    moves down to rough that reads like Braille
    mute code into the surface etched
    and proving this: the buck stopped here!

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