Doug Potter Oct 13
Bus

You walk off the bus
a feral animal
mottled hair
after  three
days of
travel.

Last step down
on a deformed leg
beautiful like a stalactite:
I want to make love to you.

Doug Potter Oct 9

I encircled her waist
with my hands and
lifted her, not as
a trophy, but
to  kiss.

Doug Potter Jul 6

Don't jump from
that three story
building,

woman with no
shoes and rag
dress,

wait until
it's on
fire.

Doug Potter Mar 15

I am lost again
beyond the hills
where we made love

under the South Dakota
sun in the wide, wide
open as the wheat

lofted toward the bluest
of June skies and we
rolled and rolled

into an indifferent
world forever,
forever.

Doug Potter Mar 9

Hello short darling
I would plow you
like spring earth

but your husband
has only been
dead eight

eight months and I
fear the shiver of
my thighs

would be a cold
cold reminder
of him.

Doug Potter Jan 23

From a straight back wooden chair I see
a light blue ceramic bowl filled with
tangerines next to a desktop radio
tuned to National Public Radio
all sitting on my oak table

and out the bay window
birds bicker over seeds
overflowing a feeder,
a raccoon scours
the earth below;

I keep in mind the fact
all of these things will
be gone from my
sight one
day.

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