A Public Sphere for Poetry, Politics, and Nature
As nothing shutters a bad like a good,
I’ll come to you, fish in water,
dime with a hole drilled through the middle.
Let’s span a time with each other.
The mutual will give us pleasure.
The days are ruddy in the sun
and in the rabbit warren
a situation is brewing.
Be diligent in your happenings
at the windows among the flies.
Stick to the industry of resolve,
they are looking for recalcitrants
Don’t spend flagrantly if you don’t
want a gone. Have wine with your
plenty. I’ll come to you.
The dogwood is already underway
and the lilac we know isflagrant.
I’ll come to you like a car in mud.
Lately, I’ve been sufficient and found
the missing dictionary dog-eared
among your gloves and gray
hat, feathered band.
Take the bread if you want discourse
with the pigeons.
Nothing fits the box you gave me.
I am quite a palindrome in your
hands. Still, I’ll come to you,
when the mirrors retain my image.
I am capable in my letters as there’s
no one but you. You have earned
in the school of anxiety, my approbation.
I drive nails into the ground on
your behalf, lest you betray me.
Let’s not head back to dissension
it gives us no purchase.
I want the early of you
not how you’ve digressed.
Ours was to be an easy—
Abundant melon; exquisite wave—.
O’ flight of bird, I am chronic for you,
a sponsor of your munificent, and
I’ll come to you.
Note: A truncated version of this poem was sent out earlier. We apologize to the author. — MS
Copyright 2019 Susan Sonde.