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Thursday, April 25, 2024

Poems published in April and May, 2024

 

The Very Next Season

The woman asked me if I could move out of her way.
A variety of people came into the subway car.

Some were overly friendly. Others were insane.
I looked around for someone that I knew.

It was then I discovered that some of my friends had grown very old.
I quickly changed trains at DeKalb and rode all the way to Coney Island.

I walked past the frozen Ferris wheel out onto the beach.
The winter rains reminded me that the very next season was Spring.

 

Eunoia Review


You removed, Barbara

the dark jacket
of your possibility

and stepped so precisely
through the tangled clothes on the bedroom floor

that I arrived alone
in the places that you treasured


Two Folding Chairs

I want to set up two folding chairs in this place

and drink vodka and tonic with you until it gets so dark

that I can’t find my way home past the gravestones of all
the other lovers who, side by side, are buried here