While I’m deciding which attitude to cop today,
here are a few from Tom Painting:
diagnosis
just about everyone
makes her sick
divorced
he finishes
his sentence
headstones
his wife at a loss
for words
my tongue
explores a worn tooth
the snowy hills
“snowflakeSN” “snowflakesN” “snowflakesN”
the flyswatter
hangs from a nail
winter stillness
christmas eve
in the taxi cab
a scent of pine
winter hike
the baby’s breath
warms my neck
“the flyswatter,” ”winter hike,” “my tongue”
”divorced” – Frogpond XXVII: 2; “diagnosis” – Frogpond XXVIII: 3
“headstones” – hauku canada spring 2005
“christmas eve” – bottle rockets #12
sitting to meditate-
toilet and nose
start to run
waving from the river bank
waving back
cattails
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Two great poems, David, especially the first.
andrew
Comment by Andrew Riutta — December 17, 2005 @ 2:00 am
Two great poems, David, especially the first.
andrew
Comment by Andrew Riutta — December 17, 2005 @ 2:00 am