Comments about Gary Witt
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 ...
Ode To John Coltrane
The cabbie wore his Kangol back,
Reversed; it looked like a beret;
Bohemian but still respectable.
His left eye, clouded, milky, never moved,
His right, pale blue and crystalline,
Watched the world and pierced it to its soul.
The radio played twilight jazz:
Ruby My Dear, but way too soft to hear