Bob Hicok (1960 - / Michigan)
Poems of Bob Hicok
|21.||O My Pa-pa||1/23/2012|
|22.||Other Lives And Dimensions And Finally A Love Poem||1/13/2003|
|24.||Report from The Black Box||1/23/2012|
|27.||The Semantics of Flowers on Memorial Day||1/23/2012|
|28.||The Smiths, As I Understand Them||3/8/2012|
|32.||What Would Freud Say?||1/13/2003|
She does this thing. Our seventeen-
year-old dog. Our mostly deaf dog.
Our mostly dead dog, statistically
speaking. When I crouch.
When I put my mouth to her ear
and shout her name. She walks away.
Walks toward the nothing of speech.
She even trots down the drive, ears up,
as if my voice is coming home.