Thursday, 12 January 2012

Howie Good

Nostalgia for the Light

The beach is empty.

Head down, as if lost in thought,
I walk along the shore,

informers and false witnesses

The silver light filtering
through the clouds
is flecked with shadows,
like the one-eyed cat’s
one good eye. . .

or a firebomb hidden
among the garbage
and the seaweed
obsessively rehearsing
what it’s going to say. 

When it rains,
how quickly my pockets
fill up with water!
I always think
the same thing:
You bastards,
there are innocent people
down here.

Howie Good, a journalism professor at SUNY New Paltz, is the author of the new poetry collection, Dreaming in Red, from Right Hand Pointing. All proceeds from the sale of the book go to charity, which can be read about here

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