
Osage spider
My weekend poems took shape on the train ride to Seattle and return, and while we soaked up the sunshine in outdoor cafes, I tried to keep up with the 30 poems in 30 days promise.
Poem 15
Safe
Weekend crowds,
Families with children,
Grandparents,
Lovers and friends
Greet the unexpected sunny afternoon
And find ice cream.
A father scoops his toddler into his arms
Where she lands softly
Safe in his embrace.
Remember how complete
And whole you felt
Tucked into your father’s arms
And no matter how scary the world
You gave in
Body and soul.
Utterly.
Poem 16
Iktomi
Black thing
Curled inside the
Tiny cup on the shower floor.
I dump out the water.
Poor thing
Lifeless
A relative
No doubt
From another time and place
Forgive me.
Poem 17
Some Kind of Cherokee
Once
Barb and I went to a sweat
In Georgia.
Women and men.
We wore long dark dresses
For propriety’s sake
And cooked like
Frankfurters
In the steam and heat
Of the backyard tent.
And the guide
Some Cherokee dude
Who talked and talked
And talked some more
Made me wonder
What kind of an Indian are you
Who yaks with no end?
Some kind of Cherokee I’ll bet.
I liked the Cherokee one the best!
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