Ronald Koertge

Issue #
February 18, 2013

Little Morning Serenade

Bamboo shoots in a blue pot, tea steepingin a tall cup with painted koi on the side.

Outside my window, the cat stalks a sparrow,but is too tender-hearted to lunge.

Even with your hastily scrawled note stillon the table, it is hard for me to believe

you are the woman in that poem who madelove to her husband again and again so he

would sleep deeply and she could slipaway to meet the young fisherman barefoot

in pure, sweet water, the lures he is famousfor pinned to his open shirt.

There is no previous item
Go back to Top Menu
There is no next item
Go back to Top Menu