Poems
by Bob Carlton

 

“the thick mist...”

 

the thick mist

of forgetfulness

hovers over

my day

 

while the grackles

make a Mozart

on the backyard

power lines

 

 

 

 

 

“intent/cannot be...”

 

intent

cannot be

inferred

through pain

merely

 

 

 

 

 

Schism

 

the problem is not

the Word of God

the problem is in

the Ear of Man

 

 

 

 

 

Terroir

 

she stomped my heart

like a champagne grape

 

now she has my heart

felt thanks

 

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