Poems
by Richard
LeDue
Spring 2022
Drinking craft beer
and listening to music off a laptop
in the kitchen of a rented house
wasn’t a great way to start
that spring,
but neither was hearing
how the lung cancer
took your voice away,
while all we knew
was exactly what not to say.
The Opposite of Blacking Out
Looking at the sunlight shine
between the fallen dead trees
in my backyard is a lot
like drinking a nonalcoholic Guiness
on Saint Patrick’s Day
and wondering what happened
to all the drunken nights
that illuminated my younger days.
Another Easter
It’s easier to find
some religious indignation
for a chocolate rabbit
melting in its own package
on a Tuesday
rather than for a god reborn
because it’s hard to pass
around a collection plate
for a dead deity,
but don’t get me wrong-
the spirits probably believe in us
just as much as us in them.
