Poets Household

 1

The stout poet tiptoes
On the lawn.
 Surprisingly limber
In his thick sweater
Like a middle-age burglar.

Is the young robin injured?


2

She bends to feed the geese
Revealing the neck’s white curve
Below her curled hair.

Her husband seems not to watch,
But she shimmers in his poem.


3

A hush is on the house,
The only noise, a fern,
Rustling in a vase.

On the porch, the fierce poet
Is chanting words to himself.

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