Ponderable polemics, poetic

WordPress poetry 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