Donald Gasperson ----- Three poems

                                                               

                                           The Cabinet

                                               

                                    the authoritarian scrabbles

                                                

                                    for the chemical cabinet

                                              

                                    dead to any intimacy

 

                                     

                                      with an nod and a wink at me

                                       plays at authenticity

                                                  

                                        suspend your disbelief

                               

                                Sensible Shoes

                             

                                for a short time

                                twigs will ripen

                                and leaves breathe

                                quiet the idle mind

                                an elegant nest

                                opulant egg

                                breeze

                                          

                                mindfulness

                                               Blue Bird

                                              

                                      old world shamanism

                                      sought God’s mythic bone

                                      and finds the right rhythms

                                     

                                        to cure hemarhoids                          

                                        laughing woman

                                        has ungovernable questions

                                        of her archetypical family

                                        for quiet contemplation

                                 

                          our odd little onion

                               

                                      loves the inflections

                                      of sun on the river

                        

                                      and green weather