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
GNOMON
photo by Bob Arnold
