Sunday, June 18, 2006
By Carol Grieb
Under leafy arches of dark, red, brown and gold;
For you in yards not quite right;
You up: "Where are you?"
Up to the right street and you are in:
The door to fill the car with orange blossoms
We're off for Tom Wam at Zen Zero before
At the Union to sit where he sees us.
You offer me a stick of gum and Kooser is
That gesture is important: it forms his poetry.
You near and pat your back.
Our eyes, we open our ears to the poetry of gesture.
Your professor smiles and greets us.
Outside past historical Jayhawks, I discharge my
Gum: - Ping! -
Into a conveniently raised tree bed, and
You do the same.
- Carol Grieb lives in Lawrence.