Upon the Photo of Rexroth

Peter H. Conners

I saw the ghost

of Kenneth Rexroth

outside the Post Office

He had a teardrop

universe coldly

dripping

off

his

nose

Damn March

In the cold

I saw Rexroth

the red red nose

dripping off the tip

top nose drop

drop

drop

drop

In the garden

I saw Rexroth

In the photo

I saw Rexroth

In the blue robe

In the gold robe

I saw Rexroth

In the garden

I saw Rexroth

In the photo

            drop

            drop

            drop

I saw Rexroth

in a cold coat

wicker cane

plaid feather hat

limping thru slush

with infinity

dripping

off his nose

            nose

            nose

Damn March

In the garden

Damn March

There with Rexroth

In the mountains

I see Rexroth

Among stacks of alabaster

I see Rexroth

Unacquainted

I see Rexroth

In the Post Office

I see Rexroth

Wearing brown pants

I see Rexroth

I saw Rexroth

I see Rexroth

I saw Rexroth