Sometimes it is just perfectly natural to write a list poem...the scrambled ideas in my head--and my heart--bump into each other and need to be calmed. Thus, my list poem.
WHAT WE WANT
pink grapefruit in July
separated into pulpy,
juice-laden pieces &
some peace & quiet
maybe a Supremes’
reunion concert
without Diana
playing Princess
with the other two &
probably a veranda
wicker furniture, white,
fireflies offstage
definitely a sip of wine, a hint
of crisp green apples
on our lips
no visible cars on
the I-80 causeway
only still-life cows for company
some peace & quiet
the waitress adds extra slices of
tomatoes to a dinner salad
without asking
she just knows
& for some reason
a stapler that never jams
Fridays that arrive without
surprise or relief
it is just a day like
every other
some peace & quiet
iced tea with a whole lemon
to squeeze with abandon
no one to ask us why
we would rather not
go to the meeting
the party
the performance
instead of running around
we stand
still.
--Catherine Fraga
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