It grows old–too

of me talking of nothing

in all seriousness

 

I don’t wonder

like I used to as a boy

where the echoes go

 

Lifting her body

how tired the bee must be

blossom to blossom

 

Cold as a church bell

he walks in the house backwards

still his glasses fog over.

 

To live a long life

one must endure the mundane

and pass the popcorn.

 

Gary Busha is a poet, editor, and publisher who lived in Eau Claire during the middle 1970s. To see more of Gary’s work look here. Contact gbusha@wi.rr.com for info on these poems and purchase. See Gary’s website at garycbusha.wordpress.com.

 

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