AL FERBER

The Poetry Of..
Al Ferber.....................................................

Marooned

I am marooned
on a new island
of colorful macaws
parakeets teeming
in the trees
the bodies of dead
soldiers litter
the beach
from a nameless war
pick pocketed
by rabid monkeys
to my horror
and astonishment
a parrot singing Taps
from a dinghy
bobbing in the surf
coconuts falling
like bombs
from the heavens
and one naked
dancing girl
promising me
better times

Equinox

things time
seasons turn
and turn about
on the long
and short of it
a prolonged
day
abbreviated
night
the shortest
day
stolen by
the longest
eerie night
that will envelop
all during
earth's demise
its season
of hybernation
I turn to
dying leaves
and Indian summer
days
and twice a year
the world
and I
are both confused

Making Hay

I'm making hay
while the sun shines
never could figure
how you make hay
and why it can only
be made
while the sun shines
and have often
wondered if
while the sun shines
can you
make hay in shadows

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