[Quiet Man Cometh]

"Expectantly"

Some years ago
I wrote a poem
about a puppy, and
a ladle,
and a pot of soup.
I'm quite afraid
I lost it;
why the puppy
still give me looks.

MH


"Exercises in Frustration"

Weight-bearing hands
Ask for crushing grip;
For something to crumble
Between their knuckles.
Weightlessness bearing
Down on empty palms,
Flexing against nothing.

MH