Sunday, November 10, 2019

Norman Explains Why He Sits on the Back Stoop by Wilda Morris

Where Father lives in town,
the road’s not paved.
Wild roses dot
the edges of the lawn.

I prefer to be out here
in the country
where those blossoms swarm
like bees, splash

pink among tall grasses.
Monarchs embroider themselves
on milkweed stalks,
take off across unfenced fields.

Black snakes drink water
spilled by the well,
capture rats for their lunch
while I sit on the back stoop,

rest from my work in the garden,
roll a cigarette. Irene brings me a bowl
of beans, a cup of strong, black coffee.
I need nothing more.

Wilda Morris, Workshop Chair of Poets and Patrons, has published poems in numerous anthologies, webzines, and print publications. Her first book was Szechwan Shrimp and Fortune Cookies: Poems from a Chinese Restaurant. Pequod Poems: Gamming with Moby-Dick (Kelsay Books), was published in 2019. Her blog,, features monthly poetry contests.

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