This May

In northern Wisconsin,
we expect to see pink

ladyslippers, but we’re early—
they’re tardy. We find

their favorite forests
but not a one. It’s like expecting

a loveletter from someone
you’re nuts about. The postman

brings only junk mail and bills.
Every day. You admit

no letter will come, mope.
Yet you keep looking.


originally appeared in Sea Change (2003)

Published by

Kenneth Pobo

Kenneth Pobo has six full-length collections of poetry and, including Ice And Gaywings, twenty chapbooks. His latest book, from Blue Light Press, is called Bend Of Quiet, and Booking Rooms in the Kuiper Belt is forthcoming from Urban Farmhouse Press. Ken began writing at age fifteen. He teaches creative writing and English at Widener University in Chester, Pennsylvania. He and his partner and two cats enjoy gardening, music, and the Wisconsin Northwoods. Catch Ken’s radio show, Obscure Oldies, on Saturdays from 6:00-8:30 pm EST at WDNR 89.5 FM.