2 poems about, I don’t know, the extraordinary ordinary


don’t unappreciate the day

the trees are gray
now
no longer black
the sky even paler than
it was
and hazy
both being a gift
if dull
a dull gift

and not that there’s evil
so we know the good
so as
a gray so we know the cheering
colors
on
arrival
better

the dullness forms the shadows
after all
and we have need
for three
dimensions
(if
not more)

gray trends sometimes
and do these other
neutral
shades or call
them natural
either way
to call the season
then
to sell

and there is more
for real
in having so much that is
available on
Earth
and to the hearing
smelling
tasting
touching of
you know
(phatically)
so much


please hurry up
(the practical Eliot)*

shall I have more coffee
or
do I dare
to eat
a peach

I could talk about the part
for the hair
though it always seems to go
to the
center
after trials over
years

and did I hear the mermaids song
then from land perhaps
the answer of
another
siren song

and if I walk along the shore
will the competing songs
from land
from ocean
through the air
lead
me to the cave in which
the extra treasure
that
Aladdin couldn’t use
might reside and just for me as if
a spirit said

this is yours
and it’s your time


c l couch


*dealing (over years) with T. S. Eliot, the writer of “The Wasteland,” “The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock,” as well as the famous book about practical cats; citations are paraphrased (the layout paraphrased from the part about the peach)


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