My Career on the Boards

And then we lay still in our bluestem fortress.
Nearby are headstones, leaning and sinking.
An apple in hand, a hat that reads SPORT,
“So what are you, really?” he asks like a sphinx.
…………….“That’s,” I laugh, “what the miser said
……………….When sophomore year I played
…………….The cloaked and tight-lipped dead-faced

Ghost of Christmas Future: Remember my winging,
Straight at Scrooge, one long-nailed finger?”
A friendly tease is a pleasing thing.
I watch his teeth break the apple’s skin,
…………….And with mineral glamor he arches a brow.
……………….“One year,” I add, “I wore a cloud
…………….Of beard and played the shouting