A Poem by Howie Good
—for Barbara
In the last little bit of woods
where I sometimes walk our dog,
stepping over the beer cans
& take-home Styrofoam containers,
I found today a cluster of wild grapes
shining darkly in the dimness.
I picked one and it was good.
Maybe you’re right,after all,
about there being
life on other planets.
A Poem by Howie Good
I like how your legs
wrap around me
like the last beautiful evening,
how I’m the day world
delving into shadow,
how,
when we toss
like a small green boat
on a vast yellow sea,
everything is bathed
in red violet.
(Editor’s note: in the spirit of giving, I feel the following is important: a link to one of Howie Good’s favorite charities, The Crisis Center, Birmingham, Alabama: https://sites.google.com/site/rhplanding/howie-good-dreaming-in-red)
