Thursday, June 28, 2012

Old Tan Oldsmobile


I could practically smell the cigarettes

Though the windows were rolled up
In the aging tan-colored Oldsmobile

It is the first thing I noticed, strangely

A sun-shriveled old face
Peered above the steering wheel

Crowned by a large straw hat

We were united he and I
Two travelers, strangers

Our only common ground the numbing freeway

I began to wonder about his life
And wonder if he wondered about mine

I imagined him an artist
A widower, missing his children

Who again forgot to send a card

I could see him on the old dock
On the summer lake at dusk

Sitting cross-legged, casting his line

Thinking of the malignancy
That took them all from him

That steady current in his own veins

I craved to know his stories
A little girl version of Manolin

And suddenly he was The Old Man and the Sea

As I made my exit
My eyes lingered on the aged auto, aged hat, aged man

Continuing together to amble the road

I silently wished him farewell
And for his final battle, one

Not so bitter-sweet as Santiago’s


Copyright 2012 Jennifer Wagner 
Added to The Poetry Pantry

Monday, June 25, 2012

Spring Canzonet

The peonies danced perfectly;
with each windshake
perfumed heads
sprinkled sweet dew to the soil.

For a moment she longed to be them;
to listen,
to draw the lyric breath,
and contribute her song.


Copyright 2012 Jennifer Wagner 
Shared in imaginary garden

Thursday, June 21, 2012

Eight

     
     spitting watermelon seeds
          proudly
     through the new hole in his teeth




Copyright 2012 Jennifer Wagner

Sunday, June 17, 2012

Eleven at Tulalip


Me, the flightless bird

Soaring in your wildblue

Filled

With mysteries

 

Bathing in moonlight as

The fingers of night

Brushed

Through ribbons of me

 

Sweet, your mouth,

My tears on your lips,

Tasted

So much so I wished to never end them

 

Me, the flightless bird

Now securely

Perched

In the cove on the mountain I didn’t think I could climb

 

 

Copyright 2012 Jennifer Wagner

Wednesday, June 13, 2012

Seattle Spring


all day long
  violets in the rain
  bleed hello



Copyright 2012 Jennifer Wagner

Contagious


my sick sister
her contagious
laugh



Copyright 2012 Jennifer Wagner

Grazie, Sue Bell


bluesy jazz singer
amid the bar chatter
i drink the notes



Copyright 2012 Jennifer Wagner

Monday, June 11, 2012

You Always Pick the Worst Apples


You always pick the worst apples, 

she chided him, all bruised!

They are still sweet in some spots—

sweeter even than others without them, he said.

And then she wondered if that’s why he’d picked her.




Copyright 2012 Jennifer Wagner

Sunday, June 10, 2012

Rediscovered


misplaced jewels—
that little restaurant we found,
and why we loved each other


Copyright 2012 Jennifer Wagner

Saturday, June 9, 2012

Little Cowgirl


little cowgirl
on grandpa’s horse
ten             feet            tall



Copyright 2012 Jennifer Wagner