I: Transcendental
Above the forest floor, see the trees.
The trees, under a clouded sky,
Stretching like hands, stretching toward
What to them is so true
Their roots are firm;
They trust in Heaven
And Heaven knows
Trees have
Faith.
II: Tigers
We used to dig up plastic in the
Garden. Wolves, donkeys, and tigers.
Little hands tired of playing,
From porch to backyard, such
Shallow graves for the
Plastic tigers.
We found them
The years
Later.
.
III: Caricature
I am a Venus figurine more
Than a woman. I am more of
A tuxedo than a man.
I am the evening gown
Without the husband,
The chivalry
Without the
Male, male
Gaze.
IV: Honestly
I would like you to know that no, you
Should not stand so close. Not because
Of covid but because I
Honestly, with little
Remorse, I do not
Like you very
Much at
All.
V: Boiler
Our boiler forsook us on Wednesday.
Now I wonder about morphemes.
No showers for now, again.
Is 🙂 a syllable?
No hot water :(.
Don’t you worry,
Most poems
Are sense-
Less.