Richard Kirkwood

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Mon. May. 13th, 2019

Dying Like Keats

Richard Kirkwood

Like Keats, I am dying. / I am seeking the real / taste of the dark fall / melon before it closes- - / squeezing me / with its musk life ...

Mon. Jun. 20th, 2016

Song of the Old Man

by Richard Kirkwood

In weeds I hear the rusting crickets sing. / The leaves, like dreams, are fleeing from their tree. / The song is music more of fall than spring.

Mon. Feb. 10th, 2014

Bonnie’s Valentine

Richard Kirkwood

i bring you this apple / it is love / its face shines / i see all beauty / dancing in its face.

Wed. Jan. 8th, 2014

The Teacher

Richard Kirkwood

i am an old tractor / when i steam ahead / my cleats bruise earth / making the way ready / for seeds to meet sun