Dear Sir
Something must be done
About these ghosts
Who keep popping through the lens
When I try to take
Tourist pictures.
My eyes fill
And I can’t find
The release button
To the editor of my childhood
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Tag Archives: poetry
Away
Voyager 1 is expected to leave all solar influence behind, and slip into interstellar space soon, very soon. It will be the first man-made object to do so.
An inconsequential piece
Of jetsam
Floats miraculously out
From the sun
Out, out
So long, goodbye
We’ve heaved you gone
And yet you write back
Every day
As if you’d found work
Out there
Beyond the heliopause
Where strange bits of nothingness
Collide ceaselessly.
What do they make of you?
Too smooth, too rough?
Too many kinds of things
patched together
To be of any use to entropy?
I do hope
Things work out for you.
Senryu- gardening
Certainty grows like
Thistles in the grand garden
Of ignorances
But would the Tree of Heaven
A rose, indeed,
By another name
May smell so sweet,
But would the Tree of Heaven,
Fondly known
In certain childhood quarters
As the Stink Tree?
Pigeons
Pigeons are the German shepherds
Of the world of birds
Low-slung, big shouldered
Built for the kind of strength
Comfort requires
Escalades to the finch’s Audi
Or the robin’s Chevrolet
Sparrows scurry
Cardinals and woodpeckers burst in
With guns blazing
Pigeons browse
Sublimely unaware
Of their own intrusiveness
Only the eyes reveal
Inner fires
exiles child 