EXPANSIVE POETRY ONLINE
A Journal of Contemporary Arts 

 

THREE  POEMS

by

CLAUDIA GARY
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Landlocked

 

In time and with regret

water deserts the brain.

You learn how to forget

with grace, to ignore pain,

to let each moment pass.

Here in this landlocked place

time alone flows. The glass

does not contain your face.

 

 

 

To a Stinkbug

 

The basil plants grow thinner now

where once a green and white

fragrant lace curtain filtered out

stray looks and excess light.

 

They barely live, no thanks to you

and your dead-leaf disguise,

your vagrant gait along the stalk,

your pseudo-bloodshot eyes.

 

A rusting, rotting Sherman tank

is what you most evoke,

although your ammunition brings

no fiery blast, no smoke.

 

Your breed's passive-aggressive stance

took eons to perfect.

(But I'm not sure what maimed these plants:

your need, or my neglect.)

 

 

A BABY BOOMER REPORTS BACK

  

Dear Parents: Yes, kids were a good idea.

Your optimism wasn't a mistake.

You were the best, and yes, I'm taking care

of what you gave me -- mostly while awake,

 

but sleeping, too. I rummage for pain's cause

rather than popping pills. I avoid trouble,

recycle, eat right, protest crazy wars

both hot and cold. (We still could turn to rubble.)

 

What else? Oh yes, that business about talent--

you said it was a gift from (fill the blank)

and must be used for good. This is a constant

challenge. They wouldn't take it at the bank.

 

 

 

 

                

These originally appeared in Trinacria  -- by author's permission

 

                 

 

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