Poems

for a

Winter Afternoon



By Patrick Meighan

Copyright © 2018 Patrick Meighan

Published by Unsolicited Press



To the many teachers/poets who have inspired me.



Steppes

Death everywhere,

Yet so many empty graves.

Not even the snow can fill them.

Dear Anna

The news is not good. The world has grown a bushy mustache. In this epoch, people shiver in long lines uncertain where they lead. I don't think even you could describe it. Grim men in gray suits have replaced soldiers. They carry smartphones. Everyone seeks out his own lies. This morning was so cold when I awoke. Outside my window a pine tree uprooted by the winter hurricane leans toward your Russia, where you left some wine and crumbs of bread. Last night in a dream I spoke with Osip. We waited for you in an old century, but you didn't show. Only the century came, but it soon grew sentimental. Osip said he misses you. A New World Order sends its love.

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