Sunday, July 26, 2015

Composing a Letter

This afternoon about 5:45 P. M. Things are growing!


I have been watching a Great Blue Heron 
fish in the cattails, easing ahead 
with the stealth of a lover composing a letter,
the hungry words looping and blue
as they coil and uncoil, as they kiss and sting.

Let’s say that he holds down an everyday job 
in an office. His blue suit blends in. 
Long days swim beneath the glass top 
of his desk, each one alike. On the lip 
of each morning, a bubble trembles. 

No one has seen him there, writing a letter 
to a woman he loves. His pencil is poised 
in the air like the beak of a bird. 
He would spear the whole world if he could, 
toss it and swallow it live.

Ted Kooser

The Poetry Home Repair Manual,
University of Nebraska Press, 2005, page 136.

Three five-line stanzas, a little fairytale in 15 lines, just barely longer than a sonnet.

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