Thanks bernie,
for allowing your poem Not Illegal In Mississippi to bring the total to three representing WB.
Please provide:
1/ a statement that this is your original poem
2/ and that you don't have a poem representing any other IBPC board
3/ your e-mail
Thanks, mojave
Michael (MV)
Bernie01 wrote:Michael---
if this is still current---
Not Illegal In Mississippi
I notice you writing a letter
as the burgeoning hush
falls across the library,
the stillness on me like a cat,
green table lamps looking back.
Forgive my unasked calculations,
but as you linger until closing
I imagine myself mentioned once
in your note where you smile,
your dark lashes lower and close
for a man I will not know by name.
I would share your table, your paper
and the shell of your private life;
I would be a starched sailor dropping
by rope from the rigging to your table.
A man with eyes the color of seaweed
and a red bandanna fixed at the throat.
I tie a blanch of red grapes to your lapel,
lonely Pluto looks on, stars keep
to themselves and burn to the ground.
my unpublished poem
Bernard Henrie