Poetry

B.Z. Niditch
PROFILE About me Poetry (81)


18 december 2015

LET THIS DECEMBER

Let this December dawn
be a morning
of such American perception
that signs and wonders
will be in our
hiking direction
thinking to pause
on windows
to watch chimeras
of songbirds
hearing cicadas
and cardinals go South
on whatever road 
by Robert Frost's birches
or James Dean's cycles
thanking life's moments
for a worthwhile day spent
bemused by glimpsing times
of recluse J.D.Salinger
in Vermont
looking for miracles
of Kerouac's prose
or visiting Emily Dickinson
at Amherst groves
where we park
on the right routes
over expressway obstacles 
by a thick river of cars
as a cool mortal Beat 
and a smooth jazz guy
within my hands,
toes and feet
may pardon, circle 
and disclose
of their memory.




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