Poems
by Richard LeDue

 

Spring 2022

 

Drinking craft beer

and listening to music off a laptop

in the kitchen of a rented house

wasn’t a great way to start

that spring,

but neither was hearing

how the lung cancer

took your voice away,

while all we knew

was exactly what not to say.

 

 

 

 

 

The Opposite of Blacking Out

 

Looking at the sunlight shine

between the fallen dead trees

in my backyard is a lot

like drinking a nonalcoholic Guiness

on Saint Patrick’s Day

and wondering what happened

to all the drunken nights

that illuminated my younger days.

 

 

 

 

 

Another Easter

 

It’s easier to find

some religious indignation

for a chocolate rabbit

melting in its own package

on a Tuesday

rather than for a god reborn

because it’s hard to pass

around a collection plate

for a dead deity,

but don’t get me wrong-

the spirits probably believe in us

just as much as us in them.

 

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