ODE TO AMY
Look at you, the Ame,
Keeping your Greenwold name
And living the life you want,
beautiful Girl, with quilting fingers.
Far from the watchful eyes
Of your oft-fighting sisters
Good God! Won't we ever learn?
You won, Amy! Kids and boyfriends
and sweet cups of coffee as you
look out the high window at the waves
of heat that will never swallow you up
in Tacoma.
May I join you in a cup of Joe
Here on my Red Couch where I survey
the neighborhood
Robins bathe in the bird bath
We all must keep cool
Until the Polar Bears
Turn white again.
May I join you in a cup of Joe
Here on my Red Couch where I survey
the neighborhood
Robins bathe in the bird bath
We all must keep cool
Until the Polar Bears
Turn white again.
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ELEGY FOR CHRIS BURSK
In formal dress
they waited for him to appear
yes, tails and ties
Joe Cocker
Leroi Jones
Melville
Emily, her hair shorn
Langston and sad-faced Baldwin
Maya, fluttering like a bird
Back yard trees of every variety
Orange Daylilies by the side of the road
Slobbering Irish Setters
A flock of moaning border collies
Edna Saint Vincent Millet spreading out her diaphanous skirt
The Buddha with elephant ears
Whitman Chocolates
And a Music Box from Aunt Hy playing Goldberg Variations.
In formal dress
they waited for him to appear
yes, tails and ties
Joe Cocker
Leroi Jones
Melville
Emily, her hair shorn
Langston and sad-faced Baldwin
Maya, fluttering like a bird
Back yard trees of every variety
Orange Daylilies by the side of the road
Slobbering Irish Setters
A flock of moaning border collies
Edna Saint Vincent Millet spreading out her diaphanous skirt
The Buddha with elephant ears
Whitman Chocolates
And a Music Box from Aunt Hy playing Goldberg Variations.
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