Noah Smits Poems
Comments about Noah Smits
St. Norbert College, Spring 2018
I've never looked at this path as a road before;
my eyes tending downward, drooping like branches
with all the weight of fresh snow that fell Thursday morn
and drifts ‘round my feet each step through the campus,
I always would walk, so green and so graceless.
It takes no effort to shrug, to belittle these
two-person-wide walkways, given the places
to which they're bound, where they cross, and from which they leave.
Today I sauntered with pride through the thaw, since I'd
survived all the worst that winter could carry.
It was a foreign horizon my focus eyed: ...
2 > 1
As we descend this stairwell,
two lovers mock and play.
Each laugh augments the nuisance.
They're standing in my way.
I linger back and mutter
with footfalls shrewd and slow,
as hoofbeats jibe with braying
on trails through Mexico.