Poems Written in the Airport
Written in the airport while waiting to go back home.
All the pretty buttercups.
What fodder for the mama hound
And all her little pups!
You’re not my favorite pianist.
You’re not my favorite poet.
You’ve missed the mark in sundry ways–
I love you but I don’t know it.
How to tell a robin
From a turtle dove?
Just hold their feathers in the light
And pray to God above.