Glen Kappy Poems

Don't know why
but looking at the lawn beneath the apple tree
from my seat beneath the arbor in our backyard—
the mixture of longish grasses and clover
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Mid-morning. Monday. College campus.
Spring semester done.
Few are here
with all its trees, bushes, flowers
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When Hitler ruled Berlin
the bees went out and in.
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In early light
a street or so ahead
a body walking
much in silhouette—
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The calendar tells
that spring is still
a wistful distance away.
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from "While Passing Through"/Fall

Crisp air—caw caw caw—
riot of changing colors—
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It's snowing seeds!

From all the elms
with graceful limbs
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from 'While Passing Through'/Summer

Summer morning sky.
Behind the clouds overhead
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For Claude
the shimmering light
on water and on flowers.
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Poets are like spiders—
better poets
better spinners—
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