Respect Your Elders
At a forested
statue of the
poet Robert
Frost some
one had
stuck a
half burned
down cigarette
into one
of his
hands
as one
more practical
joke of the
artist-at-
work
until I
saw what
was too
lucky
to find
on the
path
a pencil
which I
replaced for
the cigarette
as if the
poet had
asked
me to
To See
To see all the
Apple blossoms
On the tree and
If you miss that
Look to the pond
Where most from
Last night’s wind
Are now floating
The Little Things
Out in the dark woods
when the power goes out
with heavy snow
there is nothing quite
like a small chocolate
drop melting in the
dark of your mouth
butterfly
going no
where in
particular
Sidewalk Storm
A complete stranger—
we begin to
talk because
like me he
has a quickness
of thickening
snowflakes
in his
hair
_____________________
Bob Arnold
Heaven Lake
Longhouse 2018
