Poems Inspired by Spring Wearing Summer's Clothes
From a Terrace at the Hotel Casa Granda
They say that the Havanans
are the happiest of the destitute*,
the sun there echoes of Genoa
and dresses them in joy-suit.
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A Day's Worth of Difference
Monday
I can't be held responsible
when Kiss of the Rose plays
inside my 'phones and the road goes to asphalt-melt
and I feel like Fiedler
directing a campus of shimmer.
Tuesday:
The sun wrote checks
my body couldn't cash.
Thor laid his golden hammer down
and now the hardest chair
smacks of gossamer
just for the joy of sitting.
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* - it was in the latest National Review so you know it's true. In this poem the Hotel Casa Granda is Heaven, the sun Christ, and the destitute are the spiritually poor.
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