Monday, May 30, 2022
Saturday, May 28, 2022
Poem
The poem will rarely be,
as this one is,
about you directly;
mostly it will be of something
that temporarily
arrests the attention,
and the profundity
or irony
or hilariousness
it elicits.
It will rarely be about you,
but you will always
be some of the inspiration
within it.
Monday, May 23, 2022
Saturday, May 14, 2022
Thursday, May 5, 2022
Monday, May 2, 2022
Untitled poem
(untitled)
Walking the campus just after
it’s officially evening on a Friday,
sunlight still visible in the
high reaches of the tallest trees and
library tower.
At once lonesome and heavenly
knowing the rest of the world was
spinning more wildly with
all those students
burning the last of the day
before big plans
later the night.
Just inside,
and to the floor
with the book
I wanted to hold,
I read that the color scientist
uses a block of 100%
barium sulfate,
a white crystal,
insoluble in water,
as background
for all work.
Walking back
to the car amidst dusk,
I wondered
if you’re
loving the
mid-spring too.