You rented a place on Bourbon Street?
Oh, yes, in New Orleans, of course I did.
The old man stared deeply into my eyes
Not from Mardi Gras Matti, I hope!
I burst out laughing and nodded my head.
Yes, I did, I told him. She is so colorful!
I loved her instantly! She has such charm.
She is a voodoo priestess, he yelled. Then he cringed.
I laughed at his silliness.
I instantly fell in love with Mardi Gras Mattie.
I was thrilled to rent her house.
I imagine it will be as magical as she is.
Categories:
matti, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form: Prose Poetry
Sometimes music
takes you away
a few bars of Sebelius
cuts through the clutter of
school lunch preparation.
and I'm in the fiords
the soul home
I've never seen.
I know little of Finland
and first met Matti
at a meeting in Dallas
where he a two day visitor
argued with the cabby
over the best way downtown.
When we arrived,
he gave an excellent tour
of the corner
where JFK ended.
Later, another meeting.
this time in Wisconsin
as we shared our duty free.
he spoke of his son's summer job
folk dancing on a ferry
crossing the Gulf of Bothnia.
Running the next morning
in the cold spring air
I realized
the big flat winged raptor
high overhead
was an eagle.
Chatting with our four year-old
he explains
that although Godzilla
is a boy's name
she laid eggs
one remains
and do I know
what attack means?
Categories:
matti, friendship, music, my child,
Form: Free verse