A Poem in Poetry Magazine & Elsewhere, 2012
“κολεός” -Dante
The sun on the waves, in my
garden. The autumn and the spring
sometimes summer. Winter,
nature contains birds and flowers.
My grandmother’s photograph, lusterless
between pages in an old
eBook in my attic, sienna, reminds me
of the
future. I use a sesquipedalian, look it up.
Vagina.
I grow old, I grow old,
I should shop for shorter trousers.
It’s time to rhyme. The line breaks
in the mid-
dle. So much white space. Vagina.
And I did not.
January 10, 2012
A Poem in Poetry Magazine & Elsewhere, 2012
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