NOVEMBER POETS

November 2, 2011 Poetry , POETRY / FICTION

 

 

 

 

 

 

Poet: Ken Pobo

 

 

 

UPPERPENINSULA

 

Ice carries a gun.

Civilization carries a bigger one.

Visit Keweenaw Peninsula,

 

236 inches of snow a year,

Lake Superior’s way of saying

I love you.  Spring comes,

 

A friend we thought had died

we see from the kitchen window,

carrying trilliums.

 

 

 

WALKPAST

 

I walk past WashingtonSchool,

my old grade school,

now a retirement home.

 

Closed curtains hide

where we put construction

paper pumpkins on windows.

In kindergarten,

when the teacher gave me an easel,

I fingerpainted our house,

other kids, stuffed animals.

 

What would those

who live here now paint?

 

Death’s face?

 

Or their houses,

kids, and animals

from an earlier life?

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4 Comments

  1. Rivenrod November 04, at 10:09

    Multidimensional, intriguing and brilliant. As usual. RR

    Reply

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