Saturday, August 15, 2009

The Madman

Begging glass, selling little bottles
of sunlight — this old village
would not be the same without him.

The poplar is straight; twisted grows
the neighbor’s olive;
outside, the madman howls and howls.

Or is it the wind? The door slams;
I burn my hands,
then put the bottle back again.

(first publication)

Recently Linked: My thanks to Brian Salchert for linking to “Sunrise,” a recent entry in Penny Thoughts and Photographs. Also, a friendly welcome to Ashok Lav, who has just signed on as a follower of Recently Banned Literature.

“The Madman” added to Poems, Slightly Used.

In the Forum: an underground brick igloo.

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