songanddancegirl

HANDS

HER  HANDS  WERE  IMMORTALIZED    BY  STIEGLITZ

A woman has just stopped   She has walked by

at least twice for the past 6 yrs.  each time I write

by the babbling brook    She yatters somewhat

pleasantly as the best poem I have ever written

is carried into the brook   by the breeze

It is now making its way down to New Mexico where

I would love to follow   But alas I can never re-trace    Georgia’s

steps   too many scorpions & spiders   They even close

a highway for the annual Tarantula crossing   (Google it)

But do not despair  you may participate in the dissemination

of my 2nd greatest poem   It will crawl up your pant leg   get

inside your skin   There will be no antidote or Epi-Pen    And

one day soon   my hands will be photographed for the      Smithsonian

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*(eligible photographers may send samples of their work to:

pleaseimmortalizeme@rogers.ca)

Fall  2013

MAN

MAN  IN  THE  MIRROR (ED)    FRAMES

When I gaze out my bathroom window

I see the CN tower   and  a man

A deadringer for Hemingway   into his

2nd Blue by 9 a.m.    He leans on the fire-escape

in crude deshabille    Most certainly one of

the  great deceivers   I wonder where he was

at 15       Where were you?

I was searching for water beneath the Antarctic

ice shelf   where  unborn rivers   run free

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Now in the middle of the journey of our life

I came into myself in a dark wood

where the straight way was lost      (Dante Alighieri  The Inferno)

Fall 2013