Dear Ted Kooser,
I wish I could ode
my suburb of Boston
the way you've garlanded
your Nebraska town.

I wish I could hymn
Gail Ann's Coffee Shop,
the Book Rack,
Shanghai Village,
the Chilly Cow.

The smell of Southwestern
cuisine from the wee
bistro on Broadway
that I'm too poor
and unadventurous to try.

The slanted-off top
of the UU clock-tower
like a white fountain pen
writing sightless poems
on blue sky-paper.

Rabbits glimpsed
in sunrise meadows
(you're not the only one,
Mr K, who avoids the full
glare of noonday).

Spy Pond at dawn:
serene as a monk,
gray and cool
as October rain
even in high summer.

Give me a tenth
of your patient attention,
wiry sage of the plains,
that I may paint my places
with quiet, wry finesse.




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Written on 2017-08-04 at 13:38

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one trick pony The PoetBay support member heart!
Dear thos edw def,

Try the wee bistro and get back to me.


Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
Whether or not he has, it seems that you did.