by Glen Martin Fitch
“From what I've tasted of desire I hold with those who favor fire.” FIRE AND ICE by Robert Frost
You're trudging on your track
from day to day
when suddenly
you see a trick of light,
a twirl of water,
gust of wind,
a play of shadows,
brilliant stars at night.
Perhaps
a phrase of music pierces you,
a cookie's taste
brings moments from the past,
a detail in a painting
strikes you new.
Just so a flash provoked me
fading fast.
One day at school,
some class,
a film: The Blind.
(At that some moron slurred
"Another 'tard!")
A woman reading Braille,
another signed.
"Some say the earth will end in fire..."
Off guard,
Surprised by joy!
By me as well!
for I forgot (had been so long)
the first tears spurt out hot.
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ABOUT THE POET ~
Glen Fitch is a 16th Century poet lost in the 21st Century. Born near Niagara Falls, educated in the Catskills, thirty years on the Monterey Bay he now lives in Palm Springs. Retail not academics has paid the bills. Someday he will finish Spenser's "The Fairie Queene."
Last updated August 23, 2011