ROETHKE'S POOL - Poem
ROETHKE’S POOL
(Copyright 2020, by Dave Kiffer)
I often wonder
What you thought
when you slipped
into that water,
You intended
To come out,
Towel neatly folded
The Times on the table,
Were you going to lap,
Or just rest and float?
The bourbon was unopened
And the sun still rising,
Did you look into the sky
And see the shards
Of a new poem
Or an open window?
Or did the dark firs
Surrounding you
Shadow you
Against the sun?
These are things
We will never know,
Was it simply
Time to come in?
The pool is long gone
Ten thousand Zen rocks
Have filled it in, their
Ripples resounding outward
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