“OLD STORY”

 

 

 

 

Old Story
Old Story

 

 

Old Story (variant 1)
Old Story (variant 1)

 

 

Old Story (variant 2)
Old Story (variant 2)

 

 

Old Story (variant3)
Old Story (variant3)

 

 

An old story
a re-run, a re- hash
asleep at the wheel
again?

Wolves in sheeps’ clothes
mincing with radiant hooves
minks and glittering teeth
Dead eyes.
In packs, in hordes,
Glide in for the lunch.

 

–  Vermont, 12.20.17

 

 

 

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“MIRACLES”

 

 

 

 

Miracles
Miracles

 

 

The rich suck the air out of our sky
Not enough oxygen
Money talks
The rest of us
breathe
Like fishes out of water
filled to the gills
with miracles.

 

–  Vermont, 12.24.17

 

 

 

CSODÁK

Fölöttünk a gazdagok
meglopják az eget,
hát kevés az oxigén.
A pénz beszél.
Mi többiek pihegünk,
mint a partra vetett halak,
kopoltyúig töltve
csillogó csodákkal.

 

– Orbán György fordítása

 

 

 

 

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“SOTTO VOCE”

 

 

 

 

Sotto Voce
Sotto Voce

 

 

Too loud, too strong
don’t overstate your case.
Can eyes be pried open
by truths mouthed sotto voce?
Frigid winds whip and gods rage
No.
Divine Passion is not for us.
Cool reason mixed with faith
Is all we’ve got in our pocket.

 

– Vermont, 12.27.17

 

 

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“MESSENGER”

 

 

 

 

Messenger
Messenger

 

 

I am only the messenger
balancing a big truth on my pinkie
as the sun ricochets off the frozen snow
and the frigid blue sky gleefully shrieks
affirmation.

 

– Vermont, 1.1.18

 

 

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“TOO LATE”

 

 

 

 

Too Late
Too Late

 

 

Outside the mailman moves slowly though snow drifts
everything is bleached, cold
bringing bills and other trash.
Me, looking out with frozen feet
I acknowledge
this lack of trust
this crisis of faith.

Bad feelings about 2018
I feel it too
With an edge of urgency
With a sharp tongue
I must compress
No dilly-dallying with the senses,
Get to the point
Before it’s too late.

 

– Vermont, 1.3.18

 

 

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“WINTER STORM REVISITED”

 

 

 

 

Winter Storm
Winter Storm

 

 

Bomb cyclones descending
Snow attacks ferociously
striking fear
swooping like a pack of hyenas
or sky-darkening carrion crows
or gunners
or terrorists
– see something?
or a big fool with a button
– say something!
dancing us off the cliff
Into oblivion.

 

– Vermont,  2.18.18

 

 

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