Poetry

Four Poems

Carole Wilkins

 

a.m.

 

i’m wearing

one white sock

and

one black sock.

 

it’s a management issue

 

 

big bucks

 

i hoped something

gigantic would happen

when it didn’t

i wasn’t upset

 

i couldn’t have

handled the fame

 

 

wind disco

 

black shirt and trousers

on the line

moving and grooving

Travolta style

 

 

first sighting

 

when my cat yawned

his ears touched

at the back