A Better Friend


In the early morning poems
of Robert Bly, deer everywhere
in the dense grove of the beloved

Further away, in North Dakota,
my father plugs in the Plymouth
battery running from the house

so the engine won’t freeze
during the night. Even then,
my frozen breath on the window

Jim Bodeen
20 July 2015

My brother is walking again
Grief enters this time
as a better friend

Jim Bodeen
17 July 2015


Poems from notebook
all morning with cold coffee
pre-Columbian gold

parking lot under
white birch trees Bob Dylan songs
two still leaves sunburned

Why this popcorn ride!
Water drought mirrors summer walk
as though I’d been gone

Jim Bodeen
16-19 July 2015

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