Bill Grace Poems

'First loan interest free'
Shun this money
As you would the siren song
Of drugs with out prescription
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As one who took thirty years
To move from contemporary to classic Haiku
I have come to appreciate Jean Cluett's wisdom
That the first chapbook did not hold great poetry
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The fine watch exchanged for flight time so long ago
Taught me the meaning of the phrase 'fly by night' when it was stolen
Even then its gold and balanced beauty of face
An icon of something more than market values.
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On a morning when poetry whispers to me
The world does not automatically
Grant a blessing toward success
The new pen wanting testing
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Walk! Walk! Walk! Please walk.
Dr. Mehmet Oz of considerable medical fame
Has spoken clearly again what we already knew
From the scientific heroics of the Mayo Clinic Gang
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With wife not with me
Strong willed and beautiful
Having known me as customer a long time
Intamacy enough to earn a playful scorn
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Our newspaper delivery folk have come and gone
But mostly gone so I have taken note of one
Who seems to stay.
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Of all the goodness that has touched my days
Very little of its form has stayed
But some trace of its residual within my soul
Defies this process of my growing old
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Big Blue has died an old fish death
Daughter also informed of his passing
Perhaps the trauma of an out of tank jump,
Perhaps the escaping memory of the years we had him,
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They are young. They are fun.
They know I like them.
'Would you like some ketchup? '
'No. I can not have it.'
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