July 2015
Despite being a life-long consumer of poetry, I spent 22 years in manufacturing before my muse awoke and dragged herself out of bed. I sympathize with poor and working people and I advocate for peace and against corporate power. My poetry has appeared in Verse Wisconsin, Blue Collar Review, Stoneboat and a few other publications. My first chapbook, Who Are We Then?, was published in 2013 by Partisan Press. You can find more of my poetry and other great poetry here: http://littleeaglereverse.blogspot.com/
Not
It’s just a poem
it’s seventeen syllables
but it’s not haiku
Michigan Memories
Where the north fence row
of Uncle Carl’s eighty acres
meets Palmer Road we gather,
from there and adjacent farms,
cousins or siblings all.
Riding our Flexible Flyers
we glide down the ditchbank,
cross under the road,
shooting through the culvert,
where spawning pike will hide
from our spears in May,
and down the farm
until our momentum fades.
We etch parallel white lines,
eleven inches apart,
into this frozen silver chute
that, come spring,
swelled by the April rains
pouring from the field tiles,
will wend its way to Stony Creek and,
eventually, Lake Erie,
letting the pike know we are waiting.
©2015 Ed Werstein