Gary Witt Poems
- A Most Delicious Strawberry You have your game-face on again;...
- An Agnostic's Prayer He said I confess that I doubt. I want ...
- Ethos, Logos, Pathos Bricks heaped upon lumber, Laid upon ...
- A Poem For His Father He’d grown quite tired by then, but ...
- Exhibition Dancing Ii (The Tan... She coaxed him into ...
- The Fine Print When she reached on tip-toe To pull down the ...
- March 28, 1941 Whom did you leave behind, Virginia, When ...
In the opening years of the Twenty-First Century there was to be found among the fops and fools of the Starbucks coffee-houses one pudgy, well-fed paunch named Gary Witt, more lethargic than confused, and yet more confused than talented, who, unlike most of his boyhood friends who had received solid, pragmatic training at Northeastern A&M or Tri-County Diesel Academy, had found the sound of Mother... more »
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A Most Delicious Strawberry
You have your game-face on again;
The don’t-mess-with-me face that comes
With its own combative attitude.
Not pleased with being pleased,
You seem incapable of a smile;
Not a cheek-aching, ab-cramping,
But something as simple as a smile.
Can you scowl in the presence
Of a four year old wearing
A Halloween costume
Can you frown under the patient,
Steady, brown-eyed stare of a
Have you forgotten how to savor
The simple strawberry?
The story goes, a man in ...