Hiram Larew


And up is low
And famished full
And night is day in many ways
And hardly if
              is really so

And love stays still and sways
And summer shivers slow
And inside’s out
And up is down
And high feels low


The world is full of skills
And knowings of
     with eyes wising —
Too bad then
     that smarts don’t come from veering off
Too bad that keen hates bang
Because flinch is where all the weather’s made
Flinch is really where we feel akin
     (Ask any cringe)
Flinch is how the teach of sirens go
     or more badly said
How guessing knows


What to notice really is
          the almost did —
What’s intended
What’s perhaps —
         its feathers spread

So yes to that – that should have been —
         how ruffles lift the wind
          where just about to
                      is the Spring
Or is that wink that skips from why to when —
           right up to where trouble’s
                      almost been


Larew’s poems have appeared widely and have been nominated for four Pushcarts. His Poetry X Hunger initiative is bringing poets to the anti-hunger cause. On Facebook at Hiram Larew, Poet. 


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