The lotion in the squeeze tube
intended
to protect this crumpled
and creased rice paper skin,
carries a strong scent, evocative
of all the horses I once knew.
The big baby boy finally comes along,
appearing one month old
already.
Somedays, like other times,
Her voice soothes
but most often it seethes
something in me.
Crap-
that coyote in a boat scared me!
the visitor exclaims-
pointing to a small hanging sculpture
Of a baby fox sleeping soundly in a hammock.
I knew it, but did not say anything
This time
it would be easier this way...
The numbers man heard poetry
at night.
It scared him.
This time
he stood too close
to the source.
Contagion is terrifying.
Warm spreading in back of the head,
happens with Prozac
and Jazz musicians,
I have been told.
It may spread further
than just here.
As we were like this
One time
found in familiar fragments
of others,
clarity comes to the assembly
in single file lines.
Image credit By Clyde Waddell, American GI's at a bookstall in Calcutta, 1945' in [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.
Image credit By Clyde Waddell, American GI's at a bookstall in Calcutta, 1945' in [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.
