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Lenora R. Good
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Hot Java in a Biting Wind
Coffee in hand, I shiver
the sea of margins
along the walk, sleepy,
to the boathouse. Lowell, eyes like owl,
reads from his books, life's claw
grasping good, grasping evil, nothing chosen.
Life's colors, primary, chosen
soft and bright shiver
myriad shapes, claw
open dreams -- no mercy, no margins
wait the call from owl
to our eternal sleepy
time. Hair in pigtail, a sleepy
coolie from long ago, chosen
words fill sky, sung by owl
designed to shiver.
Lowell reads life in the margin
the other side of war and claw.
Gulls soar beyond glass, no claw
to hold their supper, sleepy.
Lowell talks horses, fences, margins
across Great Plains, chosen
life against sea and wind and shivers,
art common as owl.
War on War, poems from Vietnam days; owl
scratched names in granite by claw
drawn slowly across shine, I shiver
the sounds, no longer sleepy;
he reads from other books, chosen
states of love, of life in the margins.
With mental notes I margin
his poems, no longer hear owl
call names that might be mine. Chosen
tenderness, free of claw,
loved ones rocked sleepy
full of love so strong I shiver.
~Lenora R. Good
Rain, a native of the Pacific Northwest, has traveled all over the world. She is a poet and playwright based in Washington State. Email.
© 1999 by Lenora R. Good. All Rights Reserved.
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This page updated April 23, 2002.