A Quantum and Wry Sandwich             

Bob, , ,

Even if, and this is
Stretching it, besides,
Where are wild
Flowers, some as tall
As parking meters?

Sunlight, lost
In the blinds, even so,
Just as well,
The moon is famished,
Fathom-weary,
Just look, the moon says,
I am dust and stone.

You don’t say? As for me,
A quantum and wry sandwich,
A myopia prescribed in glasses.
Zany with the zeal
Of an amateur poet.

15 thoughts on “A Quantum and Wry Sandwich             ”

  3. I grew up in the suburbs and there was some law about having to cut your lawn so I guess that’s why we used to wander around wild growing fields. But there was one home owner who refused to cut his lawn. Kind of a hero. I’m reminded of those days with “Where are wild Flowers, some as tall As parking meters?”

    I love how there are two great lights – the sun and moon. I’ve never read a better description than the one you wrote here, how they both suffer in their own way.

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    1. My first 10 years were in the city. We grew up with rail road tracks behind our house. And in between our back yard and the tracks was a field. So we played a lot there. Then we moved to the suburbs. And the guy next door to us was so strict about his lawn, we weren’t a loud to go on it. If our football landed on his grass, he would get mad. And we weren’t allowed to get the football.

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      1. Was it noisy since the tracks were there? I’d love it anyway, to be near them must have done wonders for your daydreams and inspired travel and wandering.

        We had a similar neighbor. He got pissed off when the football or baseball went onto his lawn or when we went to retrieve it. Didn’t stop us though.

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      2. At night you could hear/feel the train go by. It was inspiring. As a kid lying there and hearing the train roar by. We used to call the guy next door Mr Clean. I can’t imaging being the uptight about the lawn.

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      3. Unfortunately, baseball infield and outfields have become like suburban lawns. The slightest blemish causes emergency ground crew repairs. In the old days, many stadiums were shared by football and baseball teams so there were lots of rough patches. It felt more lived in and less perfect which I preferred. Interesting side note, a lot of players from the Dominican Republic apparently play on shitty surfaces as kids which makes them incredible fielders when they get to play on MLB fields.

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      4. That’s really interesting. Adversity made them better players. I like that. It’s like when Rocky trained by punching sides of meat or chasing chickens in a lot.

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  4. While reading your poem, I envisioned a person looking between blinds, out the window, at the world and hoping to see wildflowers. Then making a sandwich stuffed with two neat adjectives between the bread slices. Thank you for a tasty poem, Bob 🌞

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