Wheat Ears – Selected Poems

Poem from the book IMPULSES

Hearing Aid

Growing forgetful in glory

thoughts you never had in youth

but when the chickadee chirps

you tune in your hearing aid

bask in the shape of your

statue honing fine verse

in your serene walk through

the park confer the shape

of untouched vulva

no one asks you for detail

yet you do this to persuade yourself

you can still                                                                        

recite deep verse though you’re

as fritzed as the hearing aid you like

to tune in to the chickadee’s chirp


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