Jerry Ratch

Rookie (August 9,1944 / Chicago, IL)

Puppet X,17 - Poem by Jerry Ratch


Clouds float past
the local moon

Somebody opens
an old wooden door
in the night

The lights go out
They come back on

And you say it's
only the wind?

The North rolls up
on the horizon

“We shall see
We shall see”

I could let that bother me

The moon is back
We can't
be sure…

Who we are -

Don't remember

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, December 20, 2009

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