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 for info on these poems and purchase. See Gary’s website at


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