So she sings a bit off-tune.
So she smells like
Johnson Baby Powder
and wet socks.
And she does require a bit of talk
whenever you or I
are captive in the backyard.
She hangs into our property
over the broken gap
and talks, oh talks
about how we should
get a new awning,
take the dog for more walks,
get the kids off to school
sooner in the mornings.
That old woman
makes sure both our teenagers
don't stay out too late
and tells our dog
fables in which he stars
to keep him quiet.
And when those hooligans
were breaking into
cars on the block
it was she who called
the cops.
So let her croak
vague insults over our fence
and send our dog
in ecstasies.
She's our neighbor
our good neighbor
one we'd be sorry to lose.
May Kuroiwa
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On The Train
ReplyDeleteI sat next to a tall elegant blond
and admired her profile
while watching the scenery pass by
the city scape, industrial architecture, leafy suburbs
admired the seriousness with which she read the paper
going through each section, page by page
ending with the news,
she offered me the sections
she had read, and I did read a little
but the bouncing words gave me a headache
and I recognized she had skills I lacked
so I sat back and admired the scenery
her profile, her intensity, the landscape
my eyes half closed, wide awake
until we reached my stop
Have a good day, I said
startling her, interrupting her rhythm
she smiled a surprised thank you
and for the first time
our eyes met.
Peter Goodwin
All my instincts go wrong driving in a city
ReplyDeleteor nearly always wrong, maybe 90%
that 10% fakes me out
gives me false hope
leads me to scary neighborhoods,
dead ends, places a tourist never goes
I follow misleading road signs
drive truck routes that narrow to one lane
hit pot holes, cobblestones, run red lights
When the sign for I-95 appears
I follow it gratefully
blessing Eisenhower all the way
Maggie Creshkoff
Spring Lullaby
ReplyDeleteSoft, Nightfall's gentle hand,
Her caress across the land
lifts sparkling stars up to the sky
dove's fading coos bid us good-bye.
So lay him down to bed
good night, my little sleepy head.
May Kuroiwa