A poet goes Plato

a bar napkin is a
sometimes soggy palate
Big Chief tablets are beloved
by 2nd graders and poets

used envelopes do the
trick, postage paid
matchbook cover epics
cause inspired squinting
haikus on store receipts
cannot be returned

hey, as long as the poem
makes the page

Prodigal poet

I’ve come back to visit

been quite some time
which is no specific,
I know

where I have been what
has transpired in my
absence

is not all that important
neither is the ‘why?’

I have returned here, to
this time, this place
to put pen to paper
thought to tangible
idea

thoughts left behind
revisited
idea tried, discarded,
recycled

old notebooks, yellowed
paper, frayed tablets

enlightenment elusive,
may yet be revealed

Picasso Bunyan

A poet friend goes to the
piney north woods only after
stopping by the local
hardware store where he
picks up paint-chip cards.

Holding them up to
whatever thing of nature
he is writing about,he then
aspires to be Crayola literate
in his effortless verse.

Lying in those very same
north woods, gazing at a glassy
sky full of stars framed by
towering jack pines and aspens,
matted with moonlight, I need no
cardboard strips,knowing full well
‘damn fabulous, spectacular blue’
when I see it.

A shade, by the way,
Hardware Hank doesn’t even carry.