#richardhugo
There’s a concert in my back yard
solos and duets all day
a circus with acrobatics
clowns painted with reds, blues and browns
just feet from my perch
here as I peck on the keys
the stars fly in
then flit away with ease
as if to tell me:
you can’t hold me long
with your seeds and your eyes
we are free to dive the skies.
May 12, 2022
May 12, 2022 at 9:31 AM UTC
A curt goodbye
no good luck
just hard stares
and harder bargains
78 degrees today sun
cloudless
in our neighborhood
lawns freshly fertilized
cut
and green like dollar bills
walls stripped bare
now cold
papers shredded
family photos
trophies
some silver some
gold
all tucked
snug
in banker's boxes
whit howland © 2019
Jul 30, 2019
Jul 30, 2019 at 3:55 PM UTC
Six of us crowded
on those
splintered steps
general store
Bunker Hill Illinois
my hand unintentionally
on the thigh of the girl
to the right
she took a took a number
long ago
and the store
burned down in
one of many decades
I intentionally missed
whit howland © 2019
Jul 27, 2019
Jul 27, 2019 at 6:27 AM UTC