[lit-ideas] SUNDAY POEM

  • From: "Mike Geary" <atlas@xxxxxxxxxxxxx>
  • To: "LIT-IDEAS" <lit-ideas@xxxxxxxxxxxxx>
  • Date: Sun, 27 Jun 2004 12:56:02 -0500

THE TAO OF DAD


See him?  There on that hill.  Yes,
the one just standing there, 
looking for all the world 
like a wind-shaped tree, 
a survivor,
while all around him, 
dust devils, ghost marauders, raid the fields.




THE TAO OF DOING

Listen.  Is that the sound of stone bending water
or of stone-bending water?


THE TAO OF DOG

A trail of dry paw-prints in dew-darkened dust.
Even that, sun erased, left no trace.



THE TAO OF DEATH

Now he, too, has turned to dust, 
returned to lusting Earth,
both he and the woman who gave me birth
returned 
but I kept their mirth. 
What use is it to stupid Earth?


          --- Mike Geary


Mike Geary
Memphis


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