Reflected Soul

Reflected Soul

I almost touched Broadway. We passed it on the bus,

But then we turned the wrong way and it danced away from us.

I traced it through the window, streaks of longing on the glass;

But someone honked, the light was green, our driver hit the gas.

I almost cried out, “Wait!” but I bit my tongue in time,

They can take away the music but they couldn’t take my rhyme.

Love Poem to a Cabbage

Love Poem to a Cabbage

 

Speak, pale-green tight-leafed solid,

Fatherless cousin of lettuce,

Tell me you love like a misanthrope

Fear like a Spartan

And feel nothing.

Tell me you give yourself only to rabbits.

Tell me you don’t want to hear it- you’re not corn-

And you never want to see me again (you’re not potatoes)

You, whose bed is a salad bowl,

And whose grave is a compost heap--

Go on, break my heart.

I hope you rot.

Haiku to a Moose

Haiku to a Moose

Why are you always

Shown in water to your knees?

You a swamp creature?