Tuesday, May 12, 2020
Friday, May 1, 2020
The Ordinary Returns to Shutesbury, Massachusetts
As women
flutter about like bats
and pollinate
every table
with
goldenrods, one begins
to
acknowledge the sheer “O” one
feels from
being alone in a field.
This adds to
the clouds over
head because
they are apart
of so many
wider “Os”
A girl
rolling her ankle under
a toboggan.
The dog lapping
up the banana
pudding.
Coition
brings a chain of them.
While a
roller coaster one long
“Whoa.” And,
oh yes, the “oh” of forgetfulness.
In a few hours
you see this O another way.
A man wants
to finish undressing you.
“There are so
many fucking robins,” you try to say
but slip and
“robbers” fit.
A heaping of
salamanders break for the pond.
But suddenly,
a smile breaks across a child’s
face, handing
you his finished dinner plate.
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