9.14.2019

Slow Down


All these years
I’ve held on to a memory
of being 15 
standing alone in a room
practicing singing
the 59th Street Bridge Song
groovy a cappella
over and over until
I could sing it just right
    whatcha knowin’
but I have no memory
of actually performing it
for anyone
maybe I should take a lesson
and sing it now
as the morningtime drops
all its petals on me
here in my kitchen
for myself


Just One Word in the Imaginary Garden: GROOVY
(With gratitude and apologies to Paul Simon)

9.03.2019

Kitchen Muse


I had a poem
worked out in my head
while I washed dishes
but it disappeared
by the time I was finished
and I want to think
Sylvia Plath
had this problem too