Poetry by

Don Campbell

 
AFTER A WET NIGHT

rain-soaked trees
explode
with green light

sharp morning
shadows on
man-made rectangles

breathing creatures
sit in their rolling
steel and glass sofas

telephone poles
and limbs stretch
above the warming street

even brick walls
in parking lots
have glistening weeds


GREEN

leaves
on a tree

plaid pants
on someone from the early 70s

blackboards?
that's the problem

is anything green
actually called green

yes, great greens
for golfin' rich people

and the backs of dollar bills
that fly out my hands so easily

maybe that's why I don't love green
even though my eyes are hazel
and my wife loves them

that's been very good green for me
guess it's not so bad after all

I think I'll take her for a walk
in a forest, so she can watch my eyes fall
again and again

 

Don Kingfisher Campbell is the "Poetry Guru" of the San Gabriel Valley, running local poetry readings and workshops.  Don has recently been published in the Poetry And Cookies, Mudpuppy, and Prism Review poetry anthologies and on these websites The League Of Laboring Poets, Stone Table Review, and Six Little Things.  He lives in Alhambra, California with his wife and daughter. Contact him at sensitive@earthlink.net