NaPoWriMo #26

Finding The Right Poem

                                                            For Jacob



Have you heard the one

about the goat-footed balloon man,

The little guy who sells balloons

so that eddieandbill come running

From playing marbles? Seriously, Eddie and Bill,

you see—are friends

And spend so much time together

that they blend into one, a two-boy clump,

And that poem is scattered

all over the place. Or the one about

The little girl who had a little curl

right in the middle of her forehead?

Well, never mind. That’s half the poem.

The rest of it doesn’t turn out well.

Spoiler Alert! The girl is horrid. Let’s turn instead

to lemonade and water towers.

Imagine! A big spigot on the outside

so that you and your brothers

and the whole neighborhood could

drink lemonade all year. That’s the poem

you want, my young friend,

                               something brick and sturdy—

a stockade for lemons, a huge vat

of tart and sweetness— built to last.

NaPoWriMo #25

Cabin Fever



Rains came. We stayed in
For a long time and made
Paintings and poems;
We lit little candles.
Some days,
We made sandwiches.
Canvases filled up,
Turpentine sloshed
In the cans. Our finest
Prison, at first, and later
Our cloister.