Some marching-band cadence
In your voice this morning,
Candied, like
A fresh apple,
Jaunting talk, really,
Of tasks to be done
From scraps of
Stainless papers
On a refrigerator door,
Or jobs completed,
Not curfewed, but
Cashiered, coffined,
Into the glazed silence
Of a dead grandfather's
Gray eyes
Love it! The rhythms of your enjambments remind of James Schuyler. Have you ever read him? His “Collected Poems” is astonishing!
P.S. From the 3rd to 4th line in the 2nd stanza, did you mean to repeat the word “of” or is that a typo?
Charles, Thanks for your thoughtful response. I just did some updated revisions. I will edit-out the second “of” Missed that. Thanks
One of the beauties of online stuff is that i can do all kinds of continuous edits. I reread my stuff and change it right away. With hard-copy, once it lands in a published book on a store book shelf, the edited life of that poem or book is over….Be well…I will check out Schuyler…thanks again
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