Poem for the road

Poem for the road

Two years to the day
we last cracked a joke
I went out to 
slap your knee
and tip some corn,
shoot a goose
rob a grave,
go on the loose

but damn if that
joke we cracked
didn't spill
all over me
some wild tears
and ghost feathers

and some of
the meaning is
missing
everywhere
I look

…..
10/29/14
© DavidLWhite

Reading June 1st 2014

Audio of me reading few posts from Drive Time and about 15 poems from Lost and Found.

Lost and Found

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GtPRFbBNOcE

Drive Timehttps://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-IM-hbZqW8o

Lost and Found

A forty-year recollection of poetry: Lost and Found.

Amazon.com/author/davidlwhite

Deep Fall

For awhile I thought something 

was bubbling over on the stove

but .. no

I am cooking. I know what’s up. 

We are having lentils and rice 

with seven spice I got today from

the bulk bin at Holy Land Grocery 

I suppose that drumming sound is 

simply the spotting rain that was 

promised all day, finally tuning up 

the asphalt shingles for a bit of a 

percussive supper.

This morning early I was listening

to a sitar in kirtan and this evening 

Baez singing Diamonds and Rust 

and Waltzing Matilda.

I am surprised I can hear anything

at all over my waterfall of tears.

It is deepening autumn in the 

upper midwest and dark is

already over me - deepening.

...

 David L. White © 2014