In spring, my mother
would send us to the park
to pick linden flowers for tea.
Today, sitting in the shade,
I thought I heard her calling,
but it was only a breeze.
Linden flowers
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Category Archives: Poems
Conversation in the time of paranoia
“There’s no time,” she said,
“Any moment now will be
the too-late moment.”
“Can’t we tell
ahead of time?” I said.
“Don’t be an idiot,” she said
“Well,” I said, “that certainly
narrows down the possibilities,
with idiot ruled out.”
“Now you’re just being a jerk.”
“What, that’s not allowed either?”
Friday haiku 128
The winter has fled
To the hollows of the fields
Biding its sweet time
Who can say what we are not
Deep, deeply buried, below seeing or knowing,
lie our secret selves. Thin filaments
of cognition and will alone connect us.
Who’s to say you are not the same as I?
Who can say what we are not?
When you strip meaning of language
what is left but volition?
What mute railing narratives strain
to form themselves?
I’ll be seeing you
Opportunity will no longer knock.
Opportunity will no longer
Respond to our knocks.
Nobody home. Go away please.
For 15 years, without a whimper,
She spoke when spoken to
And went where she was told,
Sat up straight and minded her business.
Dusted, frozen, gimpy,
Still she plodded along
The Martian ridges,
Our spy in the sky
One final dust storm,
And she’s had enough.
Want to see what’s
Beyond the next hill?
Come on up here your damn self.
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