Two Poems, Robin Chapman
"Easy to feel young here, / in the forest."
"Easy to feel young here, / in the forest."
"... it's legal or illegal, no one cares ..."
" all / at / once / the countless / flabby / packets ..."
"... a vacancy signs flicks red, / then orange, then red again."
White Wind / Frozen layering like ice sheets, / Yet wicked and swift, / It carves and scours its path.
Arcturus / Leader of the lucida in their nightly procession, / The key: receiver of lightning
Eurydice didn’t look quite so lost yesterday / as I passed the sculpture garden on the way to class.
An ice footprint stays / long after maker is gone / snowfall soon obscures.
The secondary rain shower / trickles from the leaves of the honey locust
wispy thoughts drift / across the dome of the sky / as I lay here / supported on the warm earth / in the stillness of the / wind