Covid or Not, I Can Never Find My Phone

Wish I could blame every single thing

on This President or This Pandemic

but even before This President, This Pandemic,

even before I became an official Old Jew

even before there was a Good Reason

for this to happen, most days I put my phone down

somewhere let’s say The Kitchen Table and I spend

a while trying to remember where it is and then

I use the Find My Phone device, annoyed that once again

for no good reason I can’t find my phone until

I actually do and there it is where I left it

let’s say on the Kitchen Table and for a while everything

is more or less OK.

Last Night We Went To Dinner (conversations now) (COVID)

We went to dinner

with the kids  Nunzio’s Pizza

at Chalet Fondue in Windham New York.

Base of a mountain. Picnic tables facing sky.

Waiting to order pizza from Nunzio himself

Sicilian man you could tell he loved his pizza

I was wearing an African dress Chesray made

a woman waiting for pizza

asked about the dress she does

costumes for TV  she said her mother

died of covid a few weeks ago  memorial

last night serving Nunzio’s pizza.

Her mother liked pizza.  We exchanged

numbers with her and talked about

Distance Visiting and we ate far away

from other people all eating pizza

trying not to think pandemic pandemic pandemic

even enjoying our pizza, and the large sky,

and the new woman who might come to visit.

My Father’s Birthday (COVID)

Longtime gone my father mysterious man

my father wrote a letter

to The Evening Sentinel titled

How to Have a Good Life

Marry, he said, have two children and find a way

to earn a living

my father who sent me postcards

every week when I was in college every week when I

went to the Israeli Peace Corps my father  had

a beautiful handwriting  never revealed much

he had a difficult mother  my father who liked puns

liked comedians liked Jack Paar

played violin and piano and said:

Think the Rain Will Harm the Rhubarb?

Not if it’s in cans.



What Happens Next (Who Knows) COVID

Yesterday a reader named Jill wrote and asked

me to explain My Process.  I don’t have One.  Dear Reader

I Confess I don’t know what I’m going to say before I say it.

I do not have a Poetry Plan or a Fiction Plan either.  Some people

know in advance where their characters will go and what will

happen when they get there.  My characters wander.

They are CPAs and grocery clerks and mothers and they

are often funny and unpredictable.  I don’t

know what they’ll say in advance, although I try to avoid

Many Phrases such as Lessons Learned.  In my poems

and in the stories too, they are free to say things like

Stressed is Desserts backwards and God Knows What

Will Happen Next.  They visit me while I am here.

Writing poems.

Some Days (COVID)

Some days there are poems everywhere, easy poems

with birds in them or children and they are

green and sound like music.  And some days

no matter how many words you know

Yiddish or otherwise, no matter that it could be

the middle of the week on a beautiful pandemic day,

some days you look and look for poems.

Bee Propolis Sign at Hannafords (COVID )

Come buy my Bee Propolis

new ancient remedy if you have

Anything Wrong With You especially

bacterial or fungal but

Anything Wrong Qualifies for

Bee Propolis treatment from

My Own Bees.  If you want some

I use the Honor System on a table

on my property and what works

is for you to Drive Over any time of

day or night and you’ll see the table

in my front yard with a cigar box for

Seven Dollars and Fifty Cents.


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