lyrics on a day that’s cold and cold at least in the MidAtlantic


Suburban Wait

Winter light’s
Too bright
For cleaning deeply

Finally
Dispiriting

The leaning light
Shows everything we’ll never get
To or
Even want
To get around to

Those dust-bunnies shall
Keep their warrens
After all

While we wait
For the easy lighting
To clean by

Which
Will happen
You know
Spring


Roll

Roll in the hay

Roll out the barrel
Mister
Yankovic

Roll on home
Now
There might be rolls
For dinner

Rolled oats
Though I don’t know what
These are

Roll the dice
Roll to win


Field Work

God
You love us
Anyway
Which is remarkable

Not inexcusably
But
Unconditionally

Which splices doctrine
Maybe
But you can handle that
And so
Should we

The field of the Lord is vast
There are no mines
No
Not ever
Only living things
Mythic plants
That spring back as we pass over
Them
So that everyone may have
The chance
To pilgrim
Toward
What’s next


Possessive Tense

The dogs of God
The cats
The bunnies
Too

The aardvarks
And the platypus too silly
Some
Might think

The insects
Too
There might be reasons
For mosquitoes

What is tall
What is
Low
What is brief
What has long life
On Earth

The Earth is the Lord’s
Too
A place on which to keep
The complex
Living things
And
Well
Among these
Us


Use Words
(as you are able)

I love you
Honestly
I know
(since I’m in me)

You love me
I think I know
Not quite as
Whose woods are these
I know

(not with the same divine
assurance
frankly)

So you might have to say
From time to time
Though if you
Always do
(flawed occasions notwithstanding)
Then
Maybe not so much to say
But
Sorry
Still
To say


C L Couch


“Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening,” Robert Frost (cited)


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