Late August
Deafening cicadas
hide my tinnitus
from myself
while the cricket
keeps its location
hidden in the grass
Homage
Every street you wander,
carrying your family tree with you,
down to your toes, roots
looking for an earth to scratch in.
You thank your ancestors
for so much. Then stub your big toe
on some malady they passed on.
Encoded as it is.
You are their whole package.
By chance. Entrusted.
Good and bad.
And without thinking
add some small increment
all your own.
In the Pumpkin Patch
The toddler used to
getting his way, picks out
a pumpkin he can't lift.
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Jonathan Greene
AFLOAT
Poems 2014-2017
BROADSTONE 2018
ALSO ~
Gists Orts Shards
a Commonplace Book
Enlarged & Revised
Jonathan Greene
(Broadstone 2018)
