5 Poems by Michael Estabrook
SHAKESPEARES
CHIN
Im not certain
having made only
a cursory search
over the volumes
and volumes
written
about him but
I dont think
anyones ever written
anything about
Shakespeares chin
so here it
is.
black
loafers
My loving wife bought me a
new pair of shoes, black loafers, shoes I really do not need. I could
bring them back but I really want you to keep them, she said as I began
to complain.
Shackletons
Phrase
Life is a
travail, a dark uncertain wood,
I remind myself to remind my wife.
You
must keep slugging your way through
relentlessly, but with grace and
dignity,
in order to get to the end intact,
and able to hold your head
up
and honestly say as you look back,
(as Shackleton could) I
have done my best.
Back
in the Middle Ages
Say, Doc?
I grimace
as he yanks the stitches
out of my jagged red hernia scar
(though curiously it doesnt hurt).
What happened
when
someone had a hernia
and needed surgery like this way back
in the
Middle Ages?
He brushes
my incision carefully
with an alcohol
wipe.
They died, he says,
as he strides out of the
room.
Egret
Tall gray bird, an egret I think,
standing
in the shallows of a small pond over
in the fields behind the
high school, poised,
quiet, elegant, intensely focused,
his head with
its long beak
snapping suddenly like a whip
into the water, stabbing at
one
of the innumerable, plump,
brown tadpoles beginning to kick
their frog legs. But he misses, comes
up dry, his beady eyes staring
down
into the dark water, incredulous
at having missed and, if
I
didnt know better, a little
bit embarrassed about it
too.
because of the encumbrance of material
things
filthy rusting stove at curbside being
thrown away by the inhabitants
of an old dilapidated shack
in back
and I think that all
of us should remember
to throw-out our old
stoves
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