The Family Plot
A visit to the family cemetery is the subject of this poem. There are three generations. What makes this poem work, I think, is the different ways they each view it.
How To Bake A Flower
Swirl in butterflies. / Whip in bees.
Family Photo
One last picture before we head off in different directions.
The Man-Cloud
In a buzzing morning meadow / when the sun was not yet high / I thought I saw a man-cloud / walking in the sky.
Babies
Facuets drip /
Pools cool /
Springs bubble /
Babies drool
wallowing in the waves
we walk on our hands / lazing in shallow surf / like a bunch of sea sloths / or slow-motion manatees
Rainbow in Ice
I found a little rainbow / trapped in a chunk of ice. / Iced rainbows are seldom seen: / I don’t expect to see one twice.
The Cement Speaks
Nothing about me is very speedy. / Mixing? Pouring? Drying? / Slow, slow, slow. / That’s how I go.
The Ten Most Beautiful Words
I saw a list of the ten most beautiful words in the English language …
The First Shave is the Closest
My father, Ralph Fletcher, passed away on November 25, 2017. In honor of his death I wanted to share this piece of writing.