What happens
to all those little leaves
in the forest fall?
Category: Poetry
GOOD
Doing bad
because it is good
is only right.
ACT
Come now:
the night is whispers and smiles
and everybody knows it anyway;
so cut the act and lay it out
in the dark where everyone can see.
LEAVE
Leave me to jazz—
to Coltrane purring the moon and stars from his sax
and me and my Earle with much to do
and the chirps of crickets and Coltrane
into the night exploring the rhythm of being.
206
Mom died in 206;
in 204 a grown man wails;
in 208 two laughing nurses change the sheets.
HIDE
When it’s all too stupid out here,
I hide in books.
TOUCH
What’s your crazy? Give it to me
if you dare to touch it yourself.
BLUES
If your throat were a harp,
your lips a trumpet,
your feet two drumsticks,
what would you say?
PASSING
She saw me passing in the park
and smiled,
but after all those years and words,
I saw her too
and I didn’t dare smile back.
MASERATI
To the sixth in line at the Tim Hortons drive-thru:
return the Maserati,
buy better coffee.
