Three Mediocre College Poems

With a title like that, how can you not want to read this entry?! Reverse psychology, I tell you.

Yes, here are three of my aforementioned college poems -- these admittedly not Wakoskian, because they're so short, and offered here because of that brevity. I was 19 or 20 when they were written.

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After a Rain

i went out into the wet yard
and it was gray and green --
my feet hissed through the grass
                                                 water cold
and leaves clung to my damp shoes,
staying there
even when i went inside
a few minutes later.

(1986)

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Soup Bowls

Smooth and deep

Around

Flowing and silent steam
Over knurled rim

Pipe
Pour
Stir

Until running low
Cold

And stroked with soap,
Clean again and
Upon one another.

(June 1987)

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Haiku: Night

I often hear my
Breathing at night, and wonder
If it's really me.

(Feb. 1987)


(Photo: The carousel at South Bank, on July 9.)