Bio Note: I'm unsure how many VV poets I've written to over the years admiring short, concise poems. Many of these notes have gone to Tom Montag. Some to Dick Allen. I "overwrite." I've pulled some of my "shorter" poems where I tried to hone, prune, keep it brief. My new chapbook Checkered Mates does not contain one short poem; I'm working on that for my next collection. I do, however, write a haiku every day. For more poems, visit triciaknoll.com.
is a spout whose faucet drips. Though a stiff twist pauses the leak for minutes maybe hours, uncertainty may follow you out the door when you hope you can flee fast enough to outrun the next annoying drop until you come home to task grip and wrench or wade in deep water.
Today I said no to something I should do and wished it were yes to something I shouldn’t.
Let Me Remember
A hot July night, humid, white roses and phlox on the air. A walk on the stone path to the woods where fireflies ignite the night. Let me remember this when icicles hang to my head and the way is slippery in treachery.
©2021 Tricia Knoll
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