THOSE WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS MOMENTS
She awakes to
a dayglow yellow post-it-note
stuck to
her bottom lip.
'Forgive me...'
it reads
'...stealing
the kisses
sleepily left
on your luscious
lips
they
were
delicious.'
You call me
at the office
& cry.
*******
Outside
the window
is
a William Carlos Williams poem
coming
into being.
There...is:
the red wheelbarrow
glazed
with rain
minus
the chickens
who
have wandered
off
as if not knowing
they are needed
to fulfill
the poem
upon which
so much
depends
(a hen's gotta do
what a hen's gotta do)
& as I turn away
they march back into view
taking up
their poetical positions.
The living poem
even has its seasons
appearing
to me
covered in snow
dazzling
in bright bright
sunshine.
Sometimes
(for my own
surreal reasons)
I paint the wheel barrow
a yellow or blue
or blue
with yellow spots
or...
My wife
laughs at me
& says: 'Oh...you! '
The wheelbarrow
long gone
to seed
now
sleeps quietly
upside down
beside the hen house.
Flowersgrowing up
between its broken wheel
covered
in fallen leaves.
It dreams
of being a real
poem.
I smile.
'Now, where's
those chickens
...gone? '
* * * * * *
So much depends
upon
your bright red mouth
& white white teeth
as our lips meet
& our eyes glaze over
with love as bright
as rainwater.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem