Biography of Rich Reitz
Retired soldier; also now retired as a teacher's aide in a Central Pennsylvania school district.
Rich Reitz Poems
And this storm is not delightful.
I'm stuck, and my car won't go.
Shovel snow, shovel snow, shovel snow!
So should you.
Learning is essential.
It feels like an eternity in fire
It smells like rotting flesh
It tastes like bile
I died in late September.
Calcium that no one owns.
My name? I can't remember.
White, billowy, fleeting.
Floating aimlessly through
The blue summer sky...
Silently towering above me.
Monuments, Sailing ships...
Constantly moving and changing.
Going wherever the wind takes them,