- Body Shop
When I come in, my mechanic is eating
lunch. He doesn't look over the top
of his newspaper.
I glance around, hoping that Miss July
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- Little Morning Seranade
Bamboo shoots in a blue pot, tea steeping
in a tall cup with painted koi on the side.
Outside my window, the cat stalks a sparrow,
but is too tender-hearted to lunge.
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- Poets Vs. Wildcats
Coach entreats us to control the clock.
But how can one not ponder "time's winged
chariot," or "Time the foe of Man's dominion"?
Pondering leads to delay of game.
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- The Trojan Pony
It is small, holds only a few boys and girls
and smells like graham crackers inside.
There it sits one morning shining in the sun.
A giant toy. Beyond inviting. Irresistible.
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- An Infinite Number Of Monkeys
After all the Shakespeare, the book
of poems they type is the saddest
in history.
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