Max Reif Poems

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Why Read Poems?

Every poem
begins with a single


Where are you, boys and girls
of Miss Lindahl's 5th grade class?

What became of you

The Shadow Box

In the Shadow Box,
one thing becomes another.
Nothing is fixed,

In The Play Yard

Supervising the small children,
I glance at my watch to see
How long until my break.
My eyes see boys

Veil Of Dreams

In dreams I keep trying to find my way
back to the house of my childhood
and sometimes I end up getting lost.

Saturday Night Rituals

The paper boy brought Sunday’s Post on Saturday night
as our family watched “The Hit Parade” inside.
We’d hear his cart rattling by on the icy pavement,
then his song, in his nasal voice: “Baaay-berrr! ”

A Room Full Of People Talking

A room full of people talking like runaway
trains that won’t ever stop.
No sun or moon rises or sets for the room—
no day or night, no seasons.

These people,
who look like good people,
like people I pass every day,

Out Of All The Endless Days

I'd live my life in shorthand,
the short hand of a poem,
a zen brush painting.

.39) The Greatest Poem

The greatest poem
is the one you're writing,

sparks flying from your pen