Notebook/ It Was Time for Tea…

Cover of Planet of the and dog....

It was time for tea
But the lieutenant was dead
And sorrow trees
Waved branches
At the moon
I laughed at the wrong place
I was bent in a small room
I did my best to see the far sides
Of the minutes


Morning distress
Barely awake
Already looking for names
Drinks coffee
Says to himself
“The countdown has begun”


My early days
In and out of hospitals

The doctors
Now beneath willows

How proud they were
For a few brief hours

Shining pen lights
Into a blind kid’s noggin


Say what you like
About “the deep”
It sure makes
For folks songs


You see, you can go
To the cemetery
Have a picnic
On top of
Childhood’s doctors

Bring a ukulele


It’s spring
Thinking of Lorca—
What was it like, god of mine…?


No, nothing like coherence
Preparing sandwiches
For the cemetery

Author: skuusisto

Poet, Essayist, Blogger, Journalist, Memoirist, Disability Rights Advocate, Public Speaker, Professor, Syracuse University

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