Gary Witt Poems
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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 ...
To Do, 5/18
The face comes again to me;
Serene, sacred granite, cracked and cragged,
Of unforgiving beauty, wrapped in humorless mist,
Highlighted by a heavenly, combed beam
That splays through clouds, a holy azimuth,
Granting quiet grace.
This face, turned away to the north,
Laughing, deadly, mute, and eloquent,
Challenges and beckons,