blog of poet, leah umansky

Recall it as a fever:

something spooked or common.

I was  deskbounded.

You were an indoor creature –  I

I wanted you to walk.

I’m using infinitives,

but here:

                                                                                 walk across this page.

Could you have been convivial and not so damn concise? Satisfy my curiosity. Say you didn’t want to give me the shaft

                                                        end.

You rolled me around like an acorn.

In the heady days, you took and took and took and got tooked –

This tucked-under thing

This kept aristocracy 

 thence and thence and thence

I’ll be the docent  now;

gone is the jolie menagerie.

Hand me something new to gather in my hem.

© Umansky 2010