You can read this and more poems from my book, "poems for the spiritually sensitive" which is available on Amazon.
Classical warmth
Snow falling heavily,
sitting by the fireplace;
Beethoven warms me.
Chang in the field
Chang planting the rice,
stands and then opens his eyes.
Wind blowing gently.
Walking by the docks
Walking by the docks,
Marley playing on repeat,
Dominoes falling.
In Osaka
I’m sipping sake,
at a stall named Wasake.
Tanaka loves it.
The carnivore crowd
Carnivore queens, carnivore drums,
the girl from Ipanema goes past.
My heart begins to do the Samba.
Mother kangaroo,
Mother kangaroo crossing the desert road,
mother driving the car,
stops to let her hop past.
Natalya
Daddy’s matryoshka doll falls over,
Anna screaming,
baby Natalya sleeping through it all.
At home
Opening the window,
the forest leaves shimmering in the jungle heat;
Ali’s men chant: “Ali, boma ye! boma ye!”[1]
(Ali, Kill him! Kill him!)
[1] Reference to an anecdote of Congolese audience members cheering in Muhammad Ali’s fight “Rumble in the Jungle” against George Foreman in DRC (then Zaire) in 1974.
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