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Dave Wilson
waldomaui
For about 27 years my adult life has been enriched immeasurably by my friends and co-conspirators in the Maui Live Poets Society. It is through these exceptional folks that I've blossomed as a poet. Best of all, my loving wife Cindy Albers and I met through MLPS. Cindy--a truly accomplished writer and poet--and I both will be pounding out poems on our respective laptops here on the windward shore of Maui. (Already I feel the need for a nap.) Once again, thank you to Caitlin and Jacob and the other volunteers for this sterling opportunity! Good luck to us all! Big Group Hug, waldomaui (sometimes known as Bear)
Hour 24–Too Much Darkness for Light
I’d need a miner’s light strapped to my tired head to see out that window
or that
or that
I’ll rely on the kitty marowing
to let me know the change in the weather or his kitty mood
fluctuating moment by moment
I can say there’s a moon out there
I have not the strength to stand up
only one last burst for bed
then my head be dead on the bed
Nite nite, all.
Hour 23–What If?
My future in the rear view mirror
My past in the windshield
I’m stuck in reverse!
Hour 22–Where’s My Keys?
Ice cream calls me now
from five miles away craving
shiver me belly
Hour 21–World’s Worst Haiku
My car is so long
got the sun roof open and
the moon roof open
Hour 20–Contact
I clipped my nails
outside on the patio
as was my practice
where flagstone would catch them
and dust to dust
would return to the earth
some of my molecules
preceding the larger wholeness of me
I brushed my jeans
checked my shoes
and saw them
moving
ants in a line
carrying my nail
precious gift from the sky god
tusk-like crescent to their tiny frames
ants lifting
succeeding
moving
coordinated
toward a crack in the flagstone
soon to descend into
Ant-land
my fingernail
cast away
to be revered
treasured raw material
to be made use of
for what I leave behind
to be made use of
is all that I can ask
Hour 19–Final Touch
Titanium in orbit
won’t withstand reentry
a wrench lost is gone
tumbling
slowing
tipping
surrendering
a meteor now
launched by my glove
watch from on high
like the angels
Hour 18–At the Circus
It was a public hallway
at the Westchester County Center
surrounding the arena
hosting the circus
Must have been an intermission
For the boy to be there
and see
a clown in full make-up and outfit smoking
into the pay phone
and hear the voice
of an everyday adult
arguing about money
the elastic holding his strawberry nose in place
plainly visible
Hour 17–KSR
I don’t have the polite eulogy
in my memory bank
others seem to expect
I could remember the good times
if I could remember the good times
I can’t think of him without judgement
without his skulking exit
from an island long dead
I simply don’t know
how much of him was real
ambiguity sits quietly like a Buddha
and the truth is
I don’t need to know
Hour 16–Don’t Take This Personally
…but I need a shower
Trust me
you’ll be much more willing
to take me personally afterward
if you want
no pressure
I’ll stop talking now
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Where do you keep the soap?