“The Red Wheelbarrow”
so much depends
upon
a red wheel
barrow
especially when
someone
stares at it instead
of you
“This Is Just to Say”
I have eaten
the plums
that were in
the icebox
It is
so much
easier
for me
to tell you this
in a note
rather than
in person
“Poem (As the Cat)”
As the cat
climbed over
the top of
the jamcloset
I watched and
spent
time replaying
an awkward conversation
with a stranger
in my head
Also, why do I
have a closet full of jam?
“Between Walls”
the back wings
of the
hospital where
nothing
will grow is
a good
place to hide
from
all sorts of
people
“The Dark Day”
A three-day-long conference back east—
an interminable talking, talking
of no consequence — patter, patter, patter.
Off topic audience questions
inundate each speaker.
Bathroom. Hiding. Seclusion.
A few passers-by, stop outside the stall,
and still try to chat.
Lunch and dinner meetings! there is no escape! —
An interminable talking, talking,
talking… it has happened before.
And it will happen again.