Stone Soup Croutons is a weekly poem I write using lines and impressions picked from Stone Soup Poetry's open mic readers and features. I figure out a title (and sometimes the rest of the poem) later. You can read the other ones I've done since 2015 here.
I also have a book collecting the best of my first year of poems. Click here to purchase it.
A nice online open mic came and went as planned. I am wary of planning another live show in the wake of my girlfriend's injury (though she is doing better every day). If I'm lucky, I'll know more about plans for her future this weekend and can plan something. Let's see what, if anything, can happen.
Tried to keep this poem short because I have so much more I want to do this week. Didn't quite work out that way. So much talk on the open mic and in my personal circle about fleeing Boston. Guess I have something to say about it. Or maybe not. Thanks for reading.
Arguments for and Against Leaving Town
Summer's early fallen leaves
are an arsonist's nightmare.
Time to leave city before it falls,
Douse in color. Local machismo
will be too scared to touch.
Let the town's angry fall uplift,
body sailing over forgotten rivers.
Looking at both streets and stars,
one can see entropy as beautiful.
Keep eyes down to the ground,
and a rapture can still take place.
In solitude, we still fall together.
Even poetry readings must end.
So what if you're in the good place.
Nobody there has to love you.
No one needs to be own emperor
to see blades hang from above.
The queen of hearts can be wild.
Off with head over unhung jacket.
The sun sees entire earth circle,
never catching dead in the streets.
Who else will keep nightly watch,
ready at the corner, taking notes?
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Special thanks to Nancy Dodson, Bil Lewis, Jan Rowe, Chris Fitzgerald, Jon Wesick, Julianne Powers, Carol Weston, Ethan Mackler, C.C. Arshagra and James Van Looy.
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