I have tried to get it to where
if you came,
you’d see.
This set of three poems was prompted by the untimely death of a young mother. May she rest in peace and may her family know the consolation of a loving (the living) God.
1. SHE IS SCHOOLED IN THE HARDER MYSTERIES-
in the grammar of disappointment
and math of endless days.
2. WHAT IS SPENT
to prevent
the one final flare-out?
3. SUICIDE FLOWERS
Wouldn’t they make you sick,
your mother gone
and these instead,
pert with the pollen of dropsy?
And he is like Pepé Le Pew
in the cosmos
but we can warm ourselves
by this synaptic fire
and hope for a bigger one
blazing
I swam with fishes side by side.
I woke to God and said, “How do?”
He smiled and said, “There’s fish on you.”
I’ve got a full tank.
The ambitious boil their eggs.