THUMB inky, Zweig pauses from feverish writing about feverish
CHESS, tale of a man whose body slipped the Gestapo’s clutches, whose mind did not.
SYRUPy Fios de Ovos is brought to his table. The
HOTEL staff quietly fusses over Zweig. Perhaps the care of staff may yet ground an unquiet mind.
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Hill of the Skull
COVEY of disciples uses the confusion,
BREAKs away from the hill,
AWASH in numb shock. Surely, the adversary
STALKs them–they will be next. They do not yet realize the victory won.
Hermione
FLAIR for study, for depth of thought, yet frail to fear.
EVOKEs question, how will you age, will you thrive?
OTTER: clever, bold, and playful. Will the
WRIST that swishes spells also grow into an otter’s paw?
What Trees Might Recount
SUGAR sap pressure ebbing, yet bare arms stay held aloft in winter’s cold.
KNEED with branch knots, gnarled giant stands firm in time.
ELDER, awaiting springs, you watched our generations as they
AROSE, then fell. If you could spread our tales like a rustling canopy!
Strong Verb
’WOKEN’, Old English still pulses in your shift from ‘wake’,
SCALE of inflection makes you a relic among verbs.
BLUFF their way past you, modern speakers do,
FLING ‘awakened’ about, steer clear of queasy changes in the stem.
Comparative Zoology
SHEEP, not over smart, needing watch,
HERON, poised to strike, self-assured,
PLACES different, one tended, the other wild.
DANDY doesn’t see self in either—and we haven’t mentioned the peacock.
Goddess
TABBY thinks herself goddess of the apartment,
SIXTY strides through all the rooms,
NORTH wall cool in summer,
NERVES of all must be tempered, she does not like a fuss.
The Lost, pt. 2
PIPER on stereo entoning Scotland the Brave; where is my courage?
WIGHT still shimmers by the stump in the yard. Rubbing my
CHEEK, I feel warmth. Yet, stump is frozen, your life, your
VIGOR hidden above. I await the great thaw.
The Lost
ALBUM in the background, beautiful, serene, but I,
GHOUL, gazing on the yard, scry the unseen in vegetation’s decline,
LOOPY specters and shades superimpose as those lost to me:
STUMP is not a missing tree, but you and my memory of you.
Light beckons
SUNNY day, enough sleep, reasonable tasks,
DROSS of life remote, ghosts and demons at bay.
SPARK, beauty, lift up, joy, flow over, love, this day.
CHOKE will soon enough broken streets, hurt and hurting people, my own defaults.