Dauntless Fortunes of Summer Wit

Clark Holtzman

Now it is summertime
and you...
well, you're to blame for the cold grass
the cold green triumphant grass
I see everything now
that rather lurid expression
on the new tomatoes
in a bright, more inquisitorial light

Whatever it is you're looking for out there
our rock rolls round
in huge swaths of self-assertion
the garden you make is a form of denial
and world warns: don't just do something

stand there...

The 2River View, 2_2 (Winter 1998)