Robert West: Six Short Poems

Wreath For a Chapel Hill Curb

Here fell
the mortal shell

of the
immortal

Randall Jarrell.

**

Long Last

The dogged
underdog who

finally finishes
first makes

the most
winning winner.

**

Riddance

So long,
summer so
dry and

so long!

**

From the Heart

That awful meeting hours done, it struck
me that was only twice I’d had the luck
to hear your fine, exasperated Fuck.

**

Plaint

A day
without you

is a day

I can
do without.

**

Enough

Having forgotten
your first days

and knowing nothing
of your last

you live a life
eternal enough

for now.

Advertisements