EDITOR’S CHOICE: Some Zero Game – A Poem by Willie Smith

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*EDITOR’S CHOICE AWARD: Bringing my favorite previously published poems back to the front page*

Submitted by Willie Smith

Sat on a bench on the edge of a lawn,
nursing lemonade with gin,
toying with memory’s engine.
Why is yes minus es. Memory of
an echo echoes in the memory.
Swallows desolate the colonnade. A
distant couple’s berating
passes out of hearing.
Little boys in the shadows
spit machineguns.
A bat slices the air,
reverberating in the ear.
Stars not yet there
in the purple poise. The gears,
the worms, the shifts, the buttons
down the suit disappear. This early fall
early evening suits itself, leaves
blowing across the lawn
like leaves
blowing across the lawn,
the soul the sole remains.


Painting: Vincet van Gogh – Four People on a Bench

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4 thoughts

  1. Thanks for re-posting this poem. I love the play with words and the images sing! Hope you have more from Willie Smith.

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