April Poetry Month (Day 28): Sheryl Slocum #nmp16 #wppoets

[April Poetry Month 2016 Table of Contents]

Sheryl Slocum

Sheryl Slocum lives in Milwaukee, Wisconsin, where she teaches English as a second language and ESL teaching methods. Her poems have appeared in magazines and journals, including Blueline, The Anglican Theological Review, and The Wisconsin Poets’ Calendar. Her poetry also appears in the Hartford Avenue Poets’ anthology, Masquerades & Misdemeanors, published by Pebblebrook Press in 2013, an imprint of Stoneboat. Sheryl is a member of the Hartford Avenue Poets and the Wisconsin Fellowship of Poets.

 


 

Beauty Fix

Last night, the sugar maple by the beauty shop
wriggled out of all her leaves.
Now they circle her
like a yellow ball dress slipped off
and left on the floor.
All day, farmers’ wives,
balding clerks, hopeful teens
walk over cloth-of-gold for their beauty fix.
They emerge, tinted, poufed, trimmed, curled,
while the naked tree stands on her dress
as beautiful, as graceful as ever.

 

Coyote

They built an office park
in the place where I saw a coyote
two years ago.

That’s alright.

We need more offices
to file papers, answer phones,
and go to meetings in.

The world is getting very complicated,
and offices help.

Besides, coyotes smell bad.

The one I saw was all bedraggled,
looked as if he’d slept
in the same trousers all his life,
which, of course, he had.

Coyotes don’t keep appointments,
but show up unexpected
and uninvited.

When they show up at a chicken coop,
the roosters in their three piece suits
and the hens with their combs all neatly red
complain that coyotes have no manners

and make a frightful mess.

 

Goodnight Ozone

our ozone happily
………tripping on exhaust
………………fumes flies so high she just floats
………………………away gauzy feather-brain
………………………………disappearing into ether

what does she imagine she’ll
………find out there sparkly star
………………dust a handsome black hole to
………………………………swirl her into nothingness

then BIG BANG new
………little mother of planets star
………………systems galaxies won’t
………………………know herself anymore miss
………………………………universe finding her identity

next comes middle aged
………spread the red spectrum and the
………………rock that was us just another
………………………loser pock-marking moons and
………………………………hobnobbing with asteroids

 

 

[April Poetry Month 2016 Table of Contents]

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