Breakup poem:
Back In Michigan
Back then - back there
You loved me
Cried over me even
Now you are over those hills
Out of mind
You know who you are
Back then - back there
You smiled at those people talking
Laughed with your squinty moon eyes, even
Now you are in the movie theatre
Out of sight
You know who you are
Back then - back there
You made cheap fun
Tried to dance even
Now you are down the street with my twin
Out of sight and mind
You don’t know me anymore.
9/92
Observation poem:
School Bus Leaving
As I drive behind
The big yellow bus
Its windy wake
Shakes the last brown leaves from the trees
A storm of crispy flutterings
Ashes
Scatter in pursuit of learning
Round yellow rooftop
Bends branches forward
Forcing them to
Give up the final coverings
Scraps of deer-colored rags flying
Landing
A carpet for the following car
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