Jim McDonald Poems
|1.||Tuesday Morning Haiku||6/12/2004|
|2.||Other Ways I Can Love You||11/11/2008|
|6.||November, Early Morning||1/27/2009|
Comments about Jim McDonald
I met my grandfather again last night –
strange, as he died in 1998.
World Cup Year.
I spent some time filling him in on what had gone on since.
He had missed out, he said.
He was pleased to hear that Brazil had won since, lovely team, he said.
Closer to home, he was more vague.
I asked him how he had been filling his days.
Collecting thunderbolts, he said, and painting rainbows.
Charming the Saints,
Breathing life into butterflies’ wings,
Running across rich people’s lawns an hour before dawn,
Being the first footprints on a snowy night in silent town ...