A Poem by C. Alexander
We were so tired in Boston
that we had a beer
with dinner and went to sleep
it was beautiful.
How the fuck did we end up at Walden Pond?
Thoreau has become a gift
shop. I snuck a kiss
in Emerson’s lended kitchen.
New York City
We posed with imaginary twin towers,
thought about Bush reading
photo-ops to children
In Florida we saw an osprey, it’s claws
gouging a fish that was too big
to carry. The bird tried to take the prize home,
but sometimes even the best fish die
in the sand, and people like to watch.