[lit-ideas] Re: Saturday Poem
- From: david ritchie <ritchierd@xxxxxxxxxxxxx>
- To: lit-ideas@xxxxxxxxxxxxx
- Date: Sat, 10 Dec 2005 16:00:00 -0800
A Presidency More Half-Mast Than Most
You see where
those sands collapse,
and hell cats throw swift air strikes,
and the sun kissing buildings,
now catch rust,
weighing anchor?
Back of the grand squeeze box,
mercurial waters rise,
and close upon a dry food bank.
But look where community fish,
in slick black dresses,
angels with jewels,
party First Responders,
free from house arrest,
bubble like guppies,
close around the fire.
Further back in shadows,
Fibbies,
with roller clock whirr,
and polar bear paws,
name-brand electronic ears,
thick suits,
six foot feet,
taffy pulls of loyalty,
beat their chests and sing,
taran-tara, taran-tara, taran-tara.
Which cheers the chief crab catcher,
who grins, waves from his singular scull,
peers myopically about,
recapitulates faith in Noah,
rows hard for the falls.
David Ritchie
Portland, Oregon
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