Thursday, August 24, 2017

Sunday, August 20, 2017

One of the Ladies Who Walks Her Dog in a Group

You are
equal to them.
You are one of them.
Worthy of a smile.
You are wearing
worthy clothes others
immured with respect.
You know how to keep
your troubles silent.
They don't need
to take too much
time with you.
You stand straight
not stooped. They
like you
They will walk
beside you.
It's not just
the vision of them
moving down
the street with
harmony on their faces
and the obedient dogs
parading. I imagine
a march of proud
creatures of the past
kept together with
elastic bonds that
stretch and bind.

Saturday, August 12, 2017

Broken Practices

I am floating on habit
saying the worst cannot happen.
When I open my
front door a 
redbearded man is
standing in the hall,
wearing something
that shows his legs.
What are you doing
in my house? I shout.
The worst, he says,
can happen.

Friday, August 04, 2017

Seventy-Seven Year-Old Man

It is late
mid-morning and
most of my night-time
privacies have died down.
I shower and wash
almost all my
obsessions of grease and jelly.
I sit down on my dry chair
and let the cool air
sterilize my mind-flesh
away from what is impossible,
and the dreaming.
I redeem myself from