Three triplets

 

 

On Tradition

 

I too was told to stand

in a corner in time,

like Grace Slick. In her case,

 

she punched out open space

through the walls, but I am

climbing over the one

 

labeled future. That done,

two solid barricades

will keep me from the past.

 

(1/87)                                                       

 

Poetic Justice

 

Hear the chorus! Poets

from Homer and Lao-tse

rocking, down in their tombs,

 

and rolling. Look! From wombs

interpreters increase

(cheating old overworked

 

Death). But feel Earth quake! Irked,

the Mother of mothers

will quit. Then peace at last.

 

(3/87)                                                     

 

Fruit

 

The plum of William

Carlos Williams grows

on you. First you mark

 

it as some strange dark

plant product, subdued

though intriguing. Then

 

when you look again

you bite: mm mm, so

you eat the whole thing.

 

(3/88)                                                     

 

 

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