poetry - jack sender - all of my life
Moved in around the corner.
From Ithaca New York.
Whenever I hear of Ithaca
New York is always mentioned.
Glenna said that is because of
Ithaca Greece. This is an example of our neighborhood.
Another thing to know then:
her dad’s name is of course Glen.
on the warming trend post opening page
the last word on the third line is home.
click "home" and you will have twenty poems per page.
to the letter of the rule
where even thirteen can be a lucky tool.
the sound of laughter welcomes
then after the bowling alley,
past the fish houses on the river,
open to the lake.
begins the pier, where beyond the block house.
can't be seen from here.
at the light house
hidden in fog
is the calling horn
bidding: beware . . . beware
meanwhile, checking back at the bowling alley
Sparky Lala will sweep and take out the trash.
Arthur Wintersteller ready to smile is sitting behind his desk.
Irene Klein put on another pot of coffee, is not particularly happy about anything
they were small, young, a surprise.
we saw no one around for a couple of days
this evening they popped out of the hedge.
quick and small; in a blink they appeared
then … puff they were gone.
didn’t exist when i was a kid.
you had to search the woods to find a few.
fields were doused with poisonous sprays.
we played like circus performers rolling
empty, metal Dow chemical barrels.
Oh, now we have giant, giant shrooms blowing up on the lawn. Dinner-plate size. On the shady side. In four or five places.
Groups packed together
Or big singles.
You should be smiling.
Oui, oui
Bundle what’s to be done.
Put out good words like cuddle.
Crawl out of thought muddle.
Slick slide into the season.
Returning with reason
on your side, come on, slide
down the middle
There is buoyancy, a lift in life.
speed on fast,
prey all will last.
talking sugar on a large brown package
similar to a years ago, real thing donut.
at Christine’s breakfast place by my dad’s coal yard.
yes , this starts the day as i recall
they should kick off swell.
and diddie dooo.
rain some seems okay out.
dry in here, okay to the bone.
i ate two donuts; save number three for later.
donut thoughts are appealing
the small restaurant I forget her
name i don’t remember. not Christine.
Maybe i will … Lizzie? That’s her.
a good woman, loved by all.
Now I can see her smile.
