Michael Rothenberg
Try, Try Again

I want everything my way
hot soup hot, cold drinks cold
ice cubes, clean sheets
fog out at sea where it belongs
when I'm walking on the beach
or in the garden pulling weeds up easy
if weeds need be
Carol has a kid named Andy
he's 8 & has lived through three wars
lucky for him or he would have been spoiled
for a future that promises a wildness of change
 

Copyright © 2000 Michael Rothenberg
All Rights Reserved

previous poem

contents