A friend (sends love)
A friend sends
A picture of three chickens
Standing in a kind of
Formation
On a road where
The snow has begun
To retreat
Funny
I tell her
I was singing the theme from
Green Acres
Last evening,
And thinking
About people
Who move to rural places
In search of serenity-
While also thinking
“ This village could use a Trader Joe’s “
As for myself
I am smitten
With mountains –
Majestic but
Unpretentious
And the way
The silence calms me
Like Miles Davis
Playing a muted,
tender ballad –
which
my friend says
he mastered
after two years
singing the evening sky
Kelly Recalls NO. 59
What do you want for your birthday?
Mother asked
(September still in town,
sneaking glances at
The stage door –
Dreaming of rest )
Still- I answer
I want to be a handsome
Reclusive
mystique drenched
artist
with a voice like
the autumn sky
A brother
Rumored to reside
Somewhere in Denmark
How about
Telling me
What kind of cake
You want from
The bakery
Two blocks from
The jazz club
Your Father has a crush on
Wish for every one of those things
Before the candlelight
Is snuffed out
At last call
Spring on the on deck circle (Late March)
Spring is in the on deck circle
turtles frolic
beneath the melting ice on the lake
50 degrees in late March
is a sweet harbinger
My soul is,
If not giddy-
Somewhere
On its outskirts
But the friend I meet for
A walk
Wants to discuss diversity
This is my day off from
Blackness
I tell him
Tonight
The couch and I
Will watch scores
Of tender ancient films
On Turner Classic Movies
I will sip Kombucha
While alternately crying
And petting my ancient
brown couch
