Thursday, June 1, 2023

For the Number 11

Sympathies to you, eleven,
the first echo-number, two
flagpoles, a football or rugby
goal. After the glamorous run

from one to ten, the system
needed a dutiful number,
and you stepped in. No good
numeral deed goes unpunished:

Peter Bungus, 16th century,
charged you with being evil.
Other cultures did as well.
So human: to ignore evil
that exists so as to invent
the sight of it elsewhere.

Eleven, may you
and seven seek a long
vacation, far away from
superstition, 18 days on
a beach or next to an alpine
lake. Two poles, a rope,
and canvas: a simple tent
for a simple number and friend.


hans ostrom 2023

Train Work at Night

Night--& trains in the switching yard
moan and sigh. Sometimes steel
on steel squeals. Shuffling
of heavy shapes, a tired herd of
pachyderms. A lullaby of
old industry and titanic
monopolists. Maybe some kids
are spray-painting plump
coded graffiti on boxcar sides.

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Good Cover

Palest green spider, color
of vichyssois, a droplet of fog
with 8 legs: it was under one
of my garden shoes outside.

Kicked out of its room,
it walked a while in that
hovering, syncopated way,
always amazing.

I put the shoe on and wished
the spider well, hoped it would
reach dirt and plants--good
cover--soon.


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Deion Sanders recalls being stiff-armed by Bo Jackson

Wednesday, May 31, 2023

To Have Been: Old Letters

To keep old letters,
or to throw them away?--
much more difficult
than Hamlet's question.

Letters from my mother
in her neat handwriting--
to me when I taught
in Germany. Letters

from former girlfriends--
& "girlfriend" now seems
as antique as ink missives
crawling along mail routes.

I hate to destroy someone's
writing. I see the people
sitting at a desk or a table,
taking time to shape sentences,

to somehow slip news
and feeling into scrawl....
sealing the envelope....
attaching stamps....

Words, preserved--
a pickling of thought.
Eventually we all have to
wreck evidence of our lives:

To have been, or not to have been.


hans ostrom 2023

Saturday, May 27, 2023

A Pixel in the Picture

Trying to be enough
in others' eyes, you got used
at working at life too hard--
performing. By

accident you discovered
that it's better
all around just to do
your part--

whatever that is. Those
tasks. Cook, tidy up, listen,
work, care, remain rational.
Just doing, not

performing. A pixel
in the picture
of the common good.
One day someone

said she was impressed
with your kindness. She
may have added "sweetness."
You were surprised.

A bit grateful.
But not tempted
at all to start doing
tricks.


hans ostrom 2023

Of Roses, Again

Just as castles want
nothing to do
with other buildings--
roses don't desire
the company of other flowers.

They wield thorny branches
like maces, defending
their center. Buds
and opened roses
emerge like wise,
gorgeous princesses.

And the colors. My
God--as vivid
and stirring as flags,
as various as whims.
A gardener cultivates
flowers. A gardener
negotiates with roses,
which define their property,
own it, become green
monuments with spikes.


hans ostrom 2023

The Burst

Garden's
green about to
burst into pink and red,
yellow, purple, lavender, white.
Late May.


hans ostrom 2023