So in love with her one night he walked four miles
to her house, hid in the bushes hoping for a glimpse
of her up in her bedroom window.
Watched from a window above the cafeteria
as they threw snowballs at one another, tussled in the snow,
her giggling like a little girl, hair shining in the sun.
So embarrassed spilling her drink in fancy-schmancy
Toscano’s I wished I could turn back time
make it not happen or if it must let it happen to me.
Michael Estabrook small press poet since the 1980s striving always for greater clarity and concision rendering language more succinct and precise more accessible and appealing a Sisyphean adventure for sure. Retired now writing more and working more outside just noticed two Cooper’s hawks staked out in the yard or rather above it which explains the nerve-wracked chipmunks. Bouncy House is a recent collection edited by Larry Fagin (Green Zone Editions, 2014).
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