Thursday, January 14, 2010

Poetic Bench

I am alone on
Campus bench in June.
Flag on pole flapping,
Crows crackling,
Summer overture.

Poems by Frank O’Hara read
Channeling him aloud, and
Taking the rhythm of
His poetry in silence.

Squirrels visit, quizzical
As to why no victuals.
Ants too, looking for hand-out,
Fly taking aim at my head.

Frank, this is distracting, yet
Tolerate the intrusion.
I am not alone anymore
On campus bench in June.


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