Tagged: ode

things one should

ode to Neruda

ode to Neruda
day-colored poems,
night-colored poems,
poems with dirt-stained feet
or poems with lover’s blood,
poems –
full of seedlings –
one song, innumerable voices,
you are harmony, golden mean,
at the least, you must be shared

i don’t suppose spinach

i don’t suppose spinach
ever dreams beyond sun,
water, cool soil, and more
sun. it may never
imagine being folded
so lovingly
, steamed
or lightly sautéed
with a touch of olive
oil and two cloves
of garlic. simplicity
sometimes eludes
the best of us