Thursday, August 2, 2012

Poem Written While Listening to William Bronk in One Room and Star Trek Next Generation in Another






Caribou
alone on the frozen ice
in the stillness

and watched

by Bob Hope
in jaunty winter sweater
blue and white with snow flakes
his nose

like an Olympic ski jump

Bob Hope
whispering to the window
in the empty room

Caribou
(increase to three point zero)




 

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