Monday, December 12, 2016

DARLING COMPANION ~








 Hereditary



I kid him

& he argues

with me which

turns me to

argue with

him as he

begins to

kid me








She Comes To Me This Way



In her stocking feet and the

Pleats of her skirt, the way

The blouse is plain and opened

At the sand of her throat and her

Face is burned with winter and

So happy, that it is only then I

Notice something more — a

Necklace of rawhide and soapstone

Pebble, and even closer, the etch of

Turquoise on the piece, which brings

Me to her eyes…









More Father & Son Quality Time



He found in the farmyard

   3 clean white pilgrim goose

Feathers freshly dropped



He picked up a stick

Made a blunt arrow

Strung a bow



He taped the feathers to the arrow

Filled the bow

Aimed it at me







Off To School




except for

his base-

ball hat I

could kiss

him easily









Darling Companion




We’ve come to the end of the highway

Breathless on the Panamint Range



You in a dress all blue buttoned

Down to the knees and a



Breeze parting your sweater —

I have a photograph where



You stand in sage against

A Route 395 road sign



Pointing us either north

Or south along a high



Spring snow Sierra sky and

No possible ending to the day




_______________________________


Bob Arnold
ONCE IN VERMONT
GNOMON




photo by Bob Arnold




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