Sonnet Of A Superman Poem by Chester Maynes

I taste your spinach on a Sunday noon
Killing the thought of a sad note letter
It is hurting at our last rocking moon
You tell me of some difficult weather
I am trying this unusual dropp of tears
How calm, how sober, how quiet I am
To cover from and away your years
When at a prior sunset you’re gone
Gone as a swift, swift air of tonight
Tomorrow my sunrise at ease
And I make some teasing at summer’s bright
Taunting like our first of a yesterday's feast
I motion at a drive of super gear
Leaving an open door for another dear


(written on April 24 & 26,2008, Manila/Marikina City, Philippines)