"Poem Beginning with Of Course" by Jack Ridl
Poem Beginning with Of Course
Of course there are days when
the story slowly becomes one
we have known before: quiet
except for the highway
humming a mile away
while we still sleep within
the dream that hasn’t yet
awakened us. The morning
will slip away like the dew
on the hostas, ferns, and
butterbur. Mid-afternoon
will hang its heavy heat
on the spiders’ webs
while the cosmos droop
their startle of pink into
the bees’ bypass. Our ragged
cushions sit on the haphazard
disassembly of Adirondacks
we bought when we wondered
if we would stay where time
now settles into itself, the two
of us waiting within what lingers.
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