Words in shapes unlike me . . .

I wrote this last December, and it seems, even more, to apply now.

here we are going

It started a few weeks ago. I was sitting in a Barnes & Noble, having a coffee and reading The Best American Poetry 2015, and I was gobsmacked by the combination of beauty and brazen, blazing — dangerous, even — innocence of the passing teen boys and, too, my even more dangerous reaction to it. So, I wrote about it. And instead of the usual notebook entry that ends up going nowhere, that scribbling of my emotional tsunami became what I took to be a poem. Since then, other storms of feeling have shaped themselves into poetry. I do not kid myself that I have any gift for this, but, it is what I have to give to you for Christmas 2015. So, here you go.

TALL BOYS IN THE MALL

Tall boys in the mall

boys all noise

& ballsy bluster boys

so easily flustered by the gaze…

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