Friday, April 28, 2006

Putting words in my mouth

My friend Ronn has a blog and is telling me that this is Put a poem in your blog weekend.

So who am I to fight it right?

Since I have been writing haiku's to each posting here, I'm going to give everyone a break from me and post something from one of my favorite poets, Barbara Jane Reyes.

From Barbara's website

For Paolo Javier

It is much higher at high noon, and I have to stand on my tiptoes to touch it with the tips of my straining fingers. In Chinatown, firecrackers jumping in sunlight like glinting pistols tell me it is time for old ghosts to rest. The boy version of me once said he would ride a carabao cross country because only I know where to place the “h” in him. I am still waiting for his poem to tell me he is on his way, closer to the Pacific’s salty embracing roar. I will allow myself a moment of susceptivity and remember a time when I collected pretty rocks and felt them clicking against one another in my pockets as I skipped barefoot into the ocean’s froth like soda fountain root beer floats. Today I sit with knees together, swinging my legs to and fro. Today I’ll hum a little song, and maybe I’ll be out of tune.


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