Wednesday, March 7, 2018

JONATHAN GREENE ~






Late August



Deafening cicadas

hide my tinnitus

from myself



while the cricket

keeps its location

hidden in the grass







Homage



Every street you wander,

carrying your family tree with you,

down to your toes, roots

looking for an earth to scratch in.



You thank your ancestors

for so much. Then stub your big toe

on some malady they passed on.

Encoded as it is.



You are their whole package.

By chance. Entrusted.

Good and bad.



And without thinking

add some small increment

all your own.







In the Pumpkin Patch




The toddler used to

getting his way, picks out

a pumpkin he can't lift.




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Jonathan Greene
AFLOAT
Poems 2014-2017
BROADSTONE 2018





ALSO ~

Gists Orts Shards
a Commonplace Book
Enlarged & Revised
Jonathan Greene
(Broadstone 2018)