Ronald Shields Poems
|46.||Closing Time At The Museum||11/29/2013|
|49.||Walking In Snow||11/29/2013|
|50.||June Bug Love For Charles Bukowski||1/5/2013|
Comments about Ronald Shields
Cold and dark in the morning
talk comes with a price
it is a bargain for the waitress
and diners get what they need.
The eggs are served with sympathy
for another birthday missed
the road is more than miles for
the trucker who takes them over hard.
Booth number 9 is an omelet and oatmeal
a preacher and acolyte looking for a church
the preacher's collar is frayed and yellowed
in service to a god who speaks too softly.
At the table by the door the farmers drink
coffee and talk of weather tractors prices
they have the look of a dying breed not...
The Photograph Album
We are looking at photographs.
You study my posture, my gaze.
I watch you change
with children at your side.
We look into the faded eyes
why are we still here?
Two people who no longer exist.
What can we learn from them?