Ponderable polemics, poetic

WordPress site of poet Mark Lucker

In step

Time, so they say,
always marches on

its cadence, precise
as any honor guard

Mostly.

Time is sometimes
less a rhythm, more
a tuning of a ukulele
MY
dog DOG

has

HAS fleas.
fleas.

My
dog
has
fleas

Time sometimes
stumbles, but always
finishes the parade