Sunday, November 29, 2020

jim leftwich, 3 poems

​red Fred
red bed
bead bread
read red
Fred fried
tried tired
tred red
Fred bred
red Fred

omega oracular we might
that bring the gathered
truths and coal so from
noon to the holic trill we
escalate many an other
ruse within one thousand
beans of the closing year


Sue counted eleven
white-tailed deer
in a field
beside the parkway
just north of
Abbott Lake