Abacus

Abacus is Alan’s working title for a collection of published and unpublished poems written over several decades. He seeks a publisher.

Samples of his poetry:

Lure

I remove the hook gently as if your mouth
were caught in a lie.
You must have wondered what rare cloud
bellied out into your world,
the smooth dinghy bottom deceiving.

I cut you open for bait,
work along the stripes in your side
for meat that clings to the hook.
A cold morning:
My next door neighbor died in the war,
my brother deserted;

I fish like a crazed sea dog
until the sun disappears,
clouds slice their wrists.

Forgive us, fish, for luring you here.
How can we explain the pride
our lives require?

 

Summer Dawn in Kansas City

La Madrugada: calm before sunrise,
unblinking eye at the rim
of day awakening with warblers,

a breeze of first color creeps
over stucco, somnambulant gray
turns powder blue.

Wind chimes stretch, yawn,
tree tops nod yes, yes, a yipping
Yorkie wakes two squirrels,

their tails spiral maple bark, argue
and plunge – lawn dolphins –
from darkness into dawn.

A baby wakes in morning shadows.
Buenos dias, noche. Night
forgets we ever dreamed or slept.

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