Poem 30, June 30
I have no notion that I can take a cruise
to the Bahamas & invite you to go as well.
If I can disguise the invitation as a rhyming
poem, with a scheme you do not know,
I have a notion that I have nothing to lose.
If you refuse, I will not mix words. I will tell
you the Bahamas are too flat for rock climbing
& leave it at that. I have a notion you would go
on a ghost walk with me in Harrodsburg,
or watch the moon rise & line up with planets
or leave your mark on the world behind a falls
I have no idea just how far
you can hear my lonely calls
echo along a valley of granite
& return. Not to Harrodsburg…
Not to the Bahamas…
Not to Madagascar…
Not on a ship…
May you lift up my voice
to the Appalachian hills
when you read my poem.