Ph.D.s waitress
here, M.A.s babysit, ’cause
no one wants to leave.
Tag Archives: desire
Silda Wall Spitzer
Wan, pale, red-eyed, she’s
the poster wife of Wynette’s
song, “Stand By Your Man.”
The other half lives
It’s fun to see what
it’s like and then go back to
being nobody.
Morning in midtown Manhattan
In the skyscraper
canyons, light outlines moving
shapes sipping Starbucks.
New York City from the air
Like a jeweler
displaying gems on velvet
wealth gleams beyond reach
only blog can make a tree
a dilemma of
riches in tiny topaz
the art of language
haikouldn’t ask it of you
“Read my poem? Please?”
In real life I’d get blank stares.
Here, you’re back for more.
Last lines
for jem who says, “it’s your last lines that get me everytime.“
I’d like to think of
myself as the O. Henry
of the haiku form.
February 29
Like the extra hour
when we fall ahead, this one
day a trick in time.
Constant reader
see also Inconstant blogger
That you’ve found me and
read my life in seventeen
syllables floors me.