Sunday, July 10, 2005

2 Poems Alexander Dickow

Everywhere green and hum
the enjoyment groves,
vegetable and burst
interesting. Decorated
with some nicely wrinkle,
moss itches. Some days
a hilly go bump
or a mischief knee
clangs my elbow bad
and noise. Other days
the knobby sadness
and rub me with stones.

Not big new me
but little and old,
dim and mostly
in the dark goodbye
of things that young
and droplet smooth,
of plenty trees and
never leaves and goodness
in the lucky grass.