A tiny collection of poems

david pettibone

  

“take care!”

 like care is something I can take –

in a bowl with keys

or

care being the neighbour’s dog we are looking after

while they in the Adirondacks

or like care is something I can take.

Ghost

To the ghost the folds my socks

or that gave me my missing watch,

tiny pine-cone on top of my shelf

or the one that checks my health

I give thanks to all of thee-

for you are part of my reality.

 

 

If my body was a map etc etc

Ah yes, my body the map,

get me three women so they hold me to the light

and trace my outlines

if the wind cracks me in the middle and I crumble

let the three women shake me into shape.