Robert Ronnow Poems
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To Have Loved Mary
Today is Sunday and I'm going to the ocean
or maybe not. Definitely not doing the laundry
or maybe I will. Moss and even a small tree
grow in the rotten stubs of the pier pilings.
The city is Seattle and it has a macho airport.
Give me the comfort of a moose knowing its
water supply. The mosquito's acceptance of its position
among a million mosquitoes. The pool of stagnant
water that remains one with the mothering ocean.
I drift on the air, less than a seed, a bacteria.
Or I am human, big dick, big brain containing
universal philosophic affidavit. ...
Late in life I struggle against my insignificance
When I should enjoy the freedom from performance
before an audience.
Applause is happiness but if they withhold applause,
When Da Liu put me to work crunching hexagrams and
Instead of ghost writing his books about T'ai Chi for