CHILDHOOD MEMORY OF FRIEDA ROSE (August Postcard Poetry 2018)

She floats on a worn inner tube,

reeking of rubber

Buoyed by what passes for water,

South Side city lake

dredged for landfill

reefs of discarded tires.

The reason is unknown

why she jumped into the water

especially as she had

no ability to swim.

The dirty lake grasped her

She relaxed in the embrace

Strong arms broke the hold

rescued her from fate

Water still seduces,

though she avoids a relationship,

Alert to the fear

of another near drowning.

 

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FRIEDA ROSE IS PRICKLY (August Postcard Poetry 2018)

You are prickly, Frieda Rose.

A fiery, petulant, pugnacious, pouty soul.

Compliments have to be

massaged carefully

Like ointment

onto your fragile ego

Sweet nothings must be

delivered in drops

Like antibiotics

into sensitive ears

Caresses must be gingerly layered

like surgical gauze

over damaged emotion.

For you are prickly, Frieda Rose,

A barbed cactus

among soft-petaled dahlias.

 

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THE IMPORTANT STUFF TO FRIEDA ROSE (August Postcard Poetry 2018)

She lists important things on a portable Underwood

(Species of freshwater fish

All known shades of blue)

Using a non-serif font on ordinary bond paper

(Antonyms for apathy,

Feeding habits of manatees)

Bakes these lists into chocolate fortune cookies

(Average temperature in Tahiti,

Lyrics to “Free Man In Paris”

Packs them in brown paper bags labeled “Most Important Stuff”

(Names of all the moons of Neptune,

Every Inuit word for “ice”)

Leaves them on a bench, in the park by the river

(Best sake to drink in the moonlight,

How to apologize sincerely in Greek)

For the brave and the homeless

Who always need to know.

 

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