(When my son and I studied world history together, we enjoyed the legend of Alexander the Great. In that spirit, I composed this poem.)
There once was a Macedon lad
Whose mind was a trifling mad.
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Ocean
lashing the rocks
sculpting my savage coast
where vagrant seagulls loiter and perch …
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Are you the wind that ruffles
a silent day?
I was walking,
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Equinox
I’m perusing the aisles of a local retailer
as if strolling through the blossoming rows of a flower garden:
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An attitude of ending
is the engine of my craft.
All my days, my hours, my now
I’ve been jotting on scraps -
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