Four Short Poems

The Mechanic

He has hair thick and
a waist thin and females
say uhh uhh when they

watch him come or go
either one and he minds
business about that every

night he feels like it so
no problem there but
here on the job today he

has grease and a dark
frown on his handsome
face as a dropped wrench

bangs his dodging foot
and damn he hollers cars
I don’t know like women.


say what?

thought i said clearly you
have a grey corduroy suit
in 38 long?
she said what color?
and i said grey and
she said 38 regular?
and i said no long
but none of it mattered because
she then said they
had no such suit


Closure

There are things that
having once known

you are changed
by enough so the

mind may say let
go but the heart

insists not so and
the war waged will

be settled one fair
day when the mind

is least suspecting.


If Only

If only it was left
for sun above to shine down
well and make to grow

again what grew so
fast one magic spell, there
might have been a

season right for this,
that grew so carefree once,
till midnight blackly

overhead a cloud of
troubles rose unseen to curse
a land so lately green,

where animals now
sigh for grief, the rabbits
walking oddly lame,

fishes still in their
water like shapes of rock,
the eyes of deer

fastened to their
hoof prints. And a flower,
a flower no wisdom

understood, died rare
and quiet in a smothered wood,
wasted for love.

And yonder where
a tree of promise brightly
grew, a twisted

bush was left to
own a ground it never knew.
Living, but sadly.


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