How to Be Remembered, a Madrigal

He wants to be remembered when he dies;
he doesn’t care quite how, but don’t forget.
Going’s less important than how he went.

He wrote his own obituary–lies
about spies, explosions, and a corvette.
He wants to be remembered when he dies;
he doesn’t care quite how. But, don’t forget

good stories outlast the grave. Otherwise,
no one cares enough to feel regret
over the loss of another poet.
He wants to be remembered when he dies.
He doesn’t care quite how, but don’t forget.
Going’s less important than how he went.

Preface, a Haibun

Let’s begin by saying, before we begin, that the following is not all of what the poet wanted to say or exactly how she would have or should have said it; however, having said that, it’s probably the best she could have done at the time; therefore, following this bit about what’s to follow, let’s begin, but before we do, the poet would like to try to say thanks for reading what follows even if you

Don’t read another
word after these words about
the words you will read.

Abundance

There is only so much poetry in
me, I used to think, so I dared not share.
Hoarding words created more scarcity.
My word problem was a matter of lack,
but faith’s participatory, a trust
thing, ultimately an illogical
math problem of the two-fish-five-loaves-fed-
thousands variety. Besides, the best
cooks can work miracles with the simplest
ingredients, and words renew themselves.
No more fear.There would be no starvation
here. Just enough is as good as a feast.
Although a meager meal may be bread and fish,
simple fare, to the hungry, tastes delicious.

Good for Nothing are Our Memories of Tomorrow

prophecy if true is typically bad

in the short term at least

or it’s not believed which is as good

as not being true

which it usually isn’t

but if it is and it is believed

it’s no good most of all

for the prophet who says

I hate saying I told you so

but I love being right

“The World Is Too Much With Us”

Would William Wordsworth still say that today?
Its defense was us. Poems and placards
weren’t enough. New phrases like “tipping point,
climate change, environmentalism”–
greasy tools too slippery to work with.
Preachy to boot. We worked to break the world
we were given almost as soon as we
got it. But it’s ours, by God, and we’ll get what’s
coming to us. Failed stewards, repentant
caregivers, curate despair long enough
to see what’s left. It adapts, never
needing us like we need it. We still do, though,
to know, to ever grow beyond what we
must see–this world’s place in eternity.