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.
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