Glen Kappy Poems

The crow among the pigeons—
his awkward gait.

A friend whose walk is like the crow's
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from 'While Passing Through'/Summer

It's just cut grass I smell
but even so… even so…
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Outside there's slanting snow
and bitter cold made worse by cutting winds
and schools are closed—which means no pay for me.
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An old
print

of a forlorn
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We bite then peel a navel orange—
it repays with fragrance.

Famished, food uncooked unseasoned
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from 'Dreams and Visions'

Imagine me a happy idiot
a mellow-tempered man who's slow of wit
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God is my second wind
the breath that gives me joy and determination
when others give up—and cry.
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Clodhoppers—
a better term to picture
unfeeling feet?
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Routine life—

a balance beam
a tightrope
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from 'While Passing Through'/Summer

Tree trunk, limbs, and up
I trace the early sun—
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