hat was blown off in dense wind.
When he got home, there it was,
waiting for him on the front porch
in sure direction like a hole-in-one.
Inside, the wife said, "thinking always
about history, some day you shall fall
into it like a kind of time-warped
tunnel, no return." He has supper,
reviews the indigenous newspaper
as if written like letters from Plato,
watches old Western episodes on TV,
drinks a highball with two cherries
reminding him of sunrise-sunset,
goes to bed and dreams only in black
and white like starring in a silent era
movie. Next morning he leaves for
work. But the hat again has vanished
on his way. The one with a flaming
flamingo feather looking like it once
belonged to Robin Hood. From the
office window, near dusk, he looks out
and can hear a legion of Roman soldiers
marching, wishing to be with them.
Then with a great passion he asks
out loud, "why wasn't I born in another
century?" His stream-of-consciousness
is seen with these types of series
like reading chapters in a long
fictional novel.
I have a BGS degree from The University of Texas at Dallas. And have been
published in the following:
-Wisconsin Review
-Main Street Rag
-B.O.D.Y.
-Poetry Nottingham
and other publications in the U.S.A., Britain, Canada and New Zealand.
-Winner of The Mississippi Valley Poetry Contest, 2006.
-Poet of the month, Sept., 2009, fullofcrow.com.
I have a piece in the book, Remembrances of Wars Past, copyright 2012.
It can be bought at amazon.com.
