More poetry by that ever elusive Robert Denby
Good Morning!
Nothing
makes
them
happier
than
walking
hand
in
hand
across
the
parking
lot
at
8:50
on
a
Thursday
morning.
***
Pale Red Turns Green
And
the car
next to me
pulls away
before
the first
chorus of
"Eyes
Without
a Face"
can
kick in.
***
Delivery on ICE
The
FedEx
guy
pounds
at
the
door
like
our
house
is
full
of
citizens
who
don't
look
American
enough.
***
Turning Lane
A
can
of
Monster
lies
flattened
in
its
own
puddle
before
its
pull
tab
ever
got
to
be
popped
***
Poem of the Week
Li-Young Lee behind
a translucent screen
in the varnished cedar
kiosk by the driveway
as the landscaping crew
goes to work with a leaf
blower and hedge trimmers.