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  Woman Alone by dj otterson 
  From a Wandervogel by Jim Welington 
 
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That Old School Spirit

The Cafeteria had Formica tables
edged in steel.
They were neatly concealed in a wall.
The floor's wood was buffed
by Mr. Donofrio.
And it shown
as his balding head,
glowing,
to bowling alley perfection.
Sometimes,
I'm reminded of metal desks.
They folded in upon themselves
sometimes trapping clothing;
sometimes a spirit
or two.

.........Joan Pond

Copyright © 1999 Joan Pond
All Rights Reserved.

 

 

 

Woman Alone at a Poetry Reading

She looked so fragile

almost terrified~
~Caught
with her inspiration up
and her guard

down

                dj otterson



 
 

 
FROM A WANDERVOGEL 

If I could see you 
softly beside me 
indifferent to the dust and chaos 
open to the breezes which support 
our eyes away from the props 
of their neo-simian push button 
dreams of civilization 
I'd find you golden, tingling 
in the cool, living air 
and moving Earth and Spring 
with a sigh 
I would not blink 
for fear you'd disappear 

If I could touch you 
trembling, as my way 
would be to gently take 
your hand and lead you slowly 
with great care 
toward my world 
noting to discard 
whatever you think should be 
in someone else's aura 
before you know it's me I'm changing 
to fit your whim 
(because I suddenly found 
my universe wanting) 
I would not breathe 
for fear you'd shatter 


If I could show you 
innocent and jewelled fragments 
of a hard and decaying planet 
as flowers, whose infant curiosity 
pushes pavement aside 
and children we forgot to teach 
about war 
put Generals out of my mind 
where they can do no harm 
I would not point 
you already see 

If I could teach you 
something which has no time 
while they annihilate our bodies 
we could stand and say 
how foolish 
to think they could harm us 
and spend fleeting eternities 
sending lights 
bounding happy and secret 
except to our eyes 
to play like tiny fishes 
dancing in each other's hair 
I would not speak 
you already know 

If I could have you 
as my own 
I could watch the sky fall 
and men run toward their bitter 
and final end 
and never take my eyes 
away from your smile 

and I can see 
quietly the fire 
that turns the turbines 
that move the galaxies 
working through you 
 
 

-©Jim Wellington (1971-ish) 


 
"Be all you can be, READ" was a Library / Literacy Campaign in the 1970's (?)
So the US Army stole their own slogan?
I guess "Army Intelligence Is an Oxymoron" holds true.
.................................djo
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