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one old man
by Charlie Morgani keep seeing that old man in Nebraska,
the one on a park bench, that's what Ted
said, or really where Ted saw him, not i.
the kneeling old man at the grave-headstone
was Ted himself too, so i read one more line,
one more venture into that spider web of words.
finally untangled from the spider's dental floss,
i sail, like a falling oak leaf, serpentine-float
down to the bound grass, who ever-has to look up.
closing the page of a pulsing poet, a masseuse
of syntax that when bound, becomes a music-melter
sealing old hides for the long travels ahead.
i'm counting raindrops with my worries of one man.
i should help the pregnant clouds across the street
and let them cause rainbows to pop-up along the way. 05/27/2008 Author's Note: written re: Ted Kooser's pome, from chapbook Delights & Shadows, titled: That Was I...
Posted on 05/27/2008
Copyright © 2026 Charlie Morgan
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by A. Paige White on 05/27/08 at 06:47 PM I don't know Ted Kooser, but if he inspired this... he's a fine feller pote (pote to pome and poet to poem ;-D The third stanza is absolutely awesome! It's so deep and colorful it could stand alone and beckons the reader to stare without benefit of some old umbrella. Awesome Chaz. Gorgeous. my pick for potd. |
| Posted by Alisa Js on 05/29/08 at 02:52 AM I enjoyed this one.. aloha |
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