Robert F.

 

November 16, 2007  (I was 62)

 

Robert F.

It occurred to me to try to write

something playing off indifference

and desire.  As soon as the idea

formulated, there was “Fire and Ice.”

Never mind on that one! It’s a poem

easily tossed into jr. high anthologies

but brilliant anywhere you encounter it

and for as long as you encounter it-

a precise bit of surgery.

I think I remember Frost was a pitcher

with a fast ball and a deceptive curve.