November 25, “Rachael First Saw Jim Dine’s Smoking” from NOVEMBER: A Poem in 30 Days

 

jim dine

Rachael First Saw Jim Dine’s Smoking

 

jacket on a late autumn
Sunday, in the first chill 
of the season

she recalls her father in it,
Burnt Sienna, dressed for coffee
and toast as he studies football

scores in the morning
sunlight of the dining room.

Her infant brother
practices his crawl
on the carpet, a fullback

this boy, who will
some Friday evening
drill his helmet

between tackles
with the same curiosity.

And from the National
Public Radio,
the FM reassurance
of Susan Stanberg
snuggles

among wooden toys
and Crayolas.

 

crayon box

excerpted from
NOVEMBER: A Poem in 30 Days
in memory of the last month of life of Lester C Coe (1925-1978)

About orangeacorn

We are, I believe, and everything is, in perpetual unfolding/enfolding/evolving. By surface appearances, we're in turmoil and fearfullness, but in fact our existence is on the edge of a new way, beyond the US versus THEM we have grown with. I encourage you to join me over coffee or tea in face-to-face encounters. I call this exercise, "CAFFEINE COMMUNION: Encounters with Paradigm Pioneers." I'm a Columbus, Ohio husband, father and citizen. I practice string band sounds from the ridges of Pocahontas County, West Virginia, the vortex of the ancient drone.
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