November 2021
Bio Note: Nominated for the National Book Award and twice-nominated for the Pulitzer Prize, I've written 24 books of poetry and coauthored another. I live in the Hudson Valley.
What He Said About November
The best month to die in.
The month with nothing to look forward to.
The bleakest of months, the dreariest weather.
Not like December or January.
They at least have snow to beautify things.
Not like February, in which one can almost smell spring.
And no one wants to die then.
Just when things are about to come back to life again.
That’s what he said about November.
I can see his point.
But I can also see dying in the spring, April or May.
I like the contrariness of it.
I like going against the grain.
I like to be different for its own sake.
For the pure spite of it.
For the hell of it.
Thanksgiving Dinner
Over the coffee cold in the coffee cups
Over the conversation cold in the conversation cups
Why do these people call?
They want help
They want an answer
They want solutions
Everyone behaves irrationally
The most intelligent
The most rational
They all do the dumbest things
Thoughtless things
Irrational things
So what do you conclude from that?
Everyone behaves irrationally
Is there any other conclusion?
This coffee is cold
©2021 J. R. Solonche
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