Madonna Of Boise

Madonna Of Boise short poem

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I’m going there soon
a place I’ve never been
I imagine it smells
of pine forests and is shady
with the Boise river
running nearby rather shallow
its speed impossible
for a newcomer to gauge

there’s a woman there
who’s never been anywhere
she works a menial job
is the mainstay of her family
a toothpick of sweaty beauty
and keen insight except
where she herself is concerned
I don’t think we’ll meet

but I will see her and she
will be arrested by my attention
stopping in the grocery aisle
list forgotten hand raised
like she’s about to receive
something good or at least
something puzzling she will
smile and I will turn away

outside there will be eagles
who wish for something more
from their elevated lives
than striving to fill their bellies
they will see the setting sun
glint off my bald head
know the disappointment
of unrealized desire

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a poet from Seattle Washington USA. His poetry has appeared in print in publications such as Bellowing Ark, Point Nopoint, and most recently in Contraposition magazine. When not writing poetry he is a Human Resources professional, a repentant glutton, and a novelist specializing in the weird-fiction genre.
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The poem is like a wonderful dream, a beautiful imagination of the mind:)


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