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At Rupa by ROBERT A. DAVIES A sweet girl is smiling at me. I don’t recall her name. Inscribed on the back: “To a sweet soldier.” Rummaging through a dusty memory leaves me without a hint. Perhaps I wanted a picture of a girl. My girl I could say. I see her at my sentry […]

Poet’s Basement

by ROBERT A. DAVIES

At Rupa
by ROBERT A. DAVIES

A sweet girl is smiling at me.
I don’t recall her name.
Inscribed on the back:
“To a sweet soldier.”
Rummaging through a dusty memory
leaves me without a hint.

Perhaps I wanted a picture of a girl.
My girl I could say.
I see her at my sentry post
when Yugoslavs threatened to take Trieste.
I trust such moments.
She stands beside her English bicycle.
More innocent than even I can believe
I ask, “Would you give me your picture?”
I feel my cheeks grow red.

Duty
by ROBERT A. DAVIES

In the manner of Norman H. Russell (1921-2011)

Grandfather has one last duty
it’s to see his wife dead
he must stay alive to care for her
and that is his unexpected
overriding concern
to live that long
and then to let go.

Nothing can compare
to this devotion
despite her desperate state
her saying to him Who are you?
Her kicking visitors out of the house
it is a beautiful romance still
and Grandfather will hold on.

(Norman H. Russell was well known as a Native American poet and botanist.)

Lecture on an Egg
by ROBERT A. DAVIES

The boiling egg is cheeping
a little chick inside.
It could make a person think
a kind of horror
this cheeping before a birth
and then you’re eating.

And then I come to my senses.
The cheep was escaping air
more whistle than babe
unborn not human yet
which is to be born.

Robert A. Davies lives in Portland, Oregon.  He has published widely in the Little magazines and more recently in CounterPunch.com and Poetrymagazine.com.  He has published Tracks In Oregon, Timber and Sometimes Subversive.  rjdavies1@comcast.net.  

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