| Show Page 12 The The Emotion Provoked by a Bumping Ass I was ds stop silent wishes melting wax only to turn hard candle and searched for a fire cradle-- 1 saw many a never a fire cradle to watch burning baby bed-b- ut splash drop down another bottle I sagacious man approached begged him tell me what be a fire cradle All he did was give a riddle: A And Drinker In Spring Days of sunshine snow melt stream of thought splash on splash in pockets Down the road Wall clouds wire around An old man third leg a cane confronted my carefree Beneath his hunched back An ageless voice commanded me come forth And watch the fire cradle He was gone having given me a shiny schilling now warm in my pocket whistling-han- deep A Aggie Review Suzanne Pratt I an old shrew beckon a hushed spell on an Ass passing past which awkwardly bumped her Will her kick and gnashing words not be If the children of her fire cradle? gave to the sage the sun shining schilling Drove my knuckles down into the warmth of my pockets locked by elbows and began to whistle At ten paces turned and said to the'sage hope never to have a fire cradle sir- And the sky began to rain and wash my dusty hair I I I Clean Doug Stewart He finally got away only to find he wanted back But back he wanted away He grew his hair wild and frenzied He grew his mind the same way Trying for Freedom He worked for pennies at a camp for crippled children Some nights he’d walk back into the trees lean sitting against beside one and play his rhythm through ten humming reeds in a chrome encased key of C And I could hear him play Just met a lady longing to talk far away from home more than a walk She wanted a friend And reached out to be I could not communicate thinking of me Since then I’ve often wondered at the similarity in our lives and I’ve guessed across the miles at what he was doing Thinking of poetry problems and such trying for freedom thinking too much Last night I saw his face closed like a book to this life Someone said he was high when he jumped Another said he could kick him for throwing all that potential onto a cracked and frozen sidewalk t Then a black beetle on the page did fall black and shiny not afraid at all It was a vivid dream with a vivid r Suddenly flying knowing how to be just as the lady now flew away and free feeling I would discard the whole idea except the feeling trespassed three times in my waking hours Doug Stewart Suzanne Prai |
