Author name: Rattle

Poems

All That I Have

We’re in a busy shopping mall, very crowded—
this was before the virus—and an ordinary-looking man
walks out of the crowd into the center of the atrium.

Poems

Carpenter

We waited. We always

waited

for him to finish jobs.

No one was allowed to tell

specifically

what they wanted.

No measurements. No descriptions.

Poems

Jeopardy

And so if, when we are old and have lost interest
in things scholarly, and the children are living lives of their own,
what if we become what we strive now so hard to avoid?

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