#mckuen
From 2015 - for Rod McKuen
The gentle singer of our youth has died
The poet of empty Sunday afternoons
And solitary strolls through Balboa Park
Among lovers and Frisbee-chasing dogs
Of laughing with shipmates while cleaning rifles
Because we knew more than the armorer
About dreaming away from learning war
About pretty girls laughing in the sun
And a chansonnier in sweater, sneaks, and jeans:
The gentle singer of our youth has died
May 2, 2017
May 2, 2017 at 5:04 PM UTC
I know that
if I am true to my art
my craft it will give
back and be true to me
truths are always that simple
every 44 to 120 minutes
Old Faithful
from its joyous maw
spits wet pure
celebration at our
spacious blue skies
simple direct
profundity
whit howland © 2019
Jul 29, 2019
Jul 29, 2019 at 5:54 PM UTC