Like a Beautiful Swan

 

 —Poems by B.Z. Niditch, Brookline, MA

—Anonymous Photos

MARCH'S TREES

He saw the fir trees
in the home harbor

while ice fishing
for smelt

on the breezy tail
stashed bait of his boat

wishing that hooks
would that catch the glint

of entanglement
in nature he felt

life and breath floating
in a flash.

IN THE TOOL SHED

In the tool shed
to rake for the spring

what leaves
are left

at the unmasked snow cleft
of the White Mountain

by the legible light
moves us up the hill.

THE LAST SPATTER

The last spatter
of snow

scatters on the kick ball
graffiti wall

the passage of my hand
shrugs the foliage

as every leaf
falls to the ground.

RESEMBLANCES

Resemblances
by the trip wire

of dancing feet
gliding on the floor

from lacerations
of lost loves

in fugitive
collaborative desires.

___________________

Today’s LittleNip:

GRIEF POEM

My mother
is gone

like a beautiful swan,
she loved me

in her way,
like the winds

holding my belief
in her life.

______________________

Thanks, BZ, for the fine poetry today, and we send our thoughts to you on the death of your mother and on your own recent illness. Medusa is sad to say that, after several years of weekly postings, BZ Niditch is going to take a break to attend to his writing and his life. Taylor Graham, the Poet Laureate of El Dorado County, has consented to become our weekly correspondent on Thursdays, starting next Thursday, and we’re heartily looking forward to that. Hopefully BZ will send us poems now and then, though, and won’t forget about our Kitchen.

—Medusa, reminding you that Poetry Unplugged at Luna’s Cafe will present Electropoetic Coffee tonight in Sacramento, 8pm. 

 I know you will always celebrate poetry, Beez, 

but don’t be a stranger!

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