Three Poems

the world exists
in front of you
with luck
a peripheral sight 
expands you
enough to bend 
back upon your vision
to create a new sense 
of self that can see
how great a fool you are
Work
sing
shuffle your feet
another day is done
another dance
before the night is through
circle slowly
around the room
think again
what might have been
(from “Sonnet,” a work in progress: syllables 8, 9 and 10: line 2)
(December 2011)

Enclitic: a Short Wren Goes Through a Drought

the heat whips the trees
shade pants crisply beneath leaves
not much chance of change

a sharp demarcation
between me and you

as if a copula
is enough of a word
to engender a metaphor

this is not this
but yet it is

grammatically independent
but phonologically dependent
on another word

my meaning depends
upon you

(June 2011)