Wednesday, November 14, 2007


I saw a moose in your yard:
Fat body, four legs, rack of antlers;
But it was only a double-lid smoker,
Rusty with a smokestack-neck.

Then the moon,
Flying off course
Way up chilly north;
A spotlight-cloud reflection.

Then a prick of sadness in
Your eye;
Or was it that
Troublesome sty?


2 Responses to “”

  1. Eve said

    I’m riding the Randomizer from blog to blog. Today it brought me to you. I like your poems.

  2. janetleigh said

    This one reads with a slight rapier-twist end to it, and it wasn’t what I was expecting, which is to say very well done..:)

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