Poetry – Page 17 – zakschafer.com

in the Fall i go to northern Chicago suburbs to watch division 3 football games that ended decades ago

i don’t care what you think unless it is about me

these flowers were cut long ago, yet look at how beautiful they still are.

i had dinner with a friend and then nightmares about it later

an unhurried expression of phenomena

the many conveyances of the intrepid time traveler

i couldn’t tell if she could see me but then she waved

my vote is for the street to be closed all year

the sound we make when we do not make sound

it is not so much piety as it is an inability of words to describe it

it moves all by itself

i struggled to do the primary function of my job, which was a bit embarrassing

four more hours until it is time to eat and already there is hunger

what i talk about when i talk about talking

morning on cannery street

when people ask me “where did you grow up?” i think they are just calling me fat

the north pacific is strewn with islands

the hierarchy of animals

a few women from Honolulu came in so i put down my fork and picked up the thread of laughter that they offered me

she told me about “misfits and dreamers” and i knew immediately that i could never match her wisdom

i saw the sky and then became it

everyone i know is lonely

in bee country one must remain ever vigilant

the goal is to love everyone

a series of minor inconveniences