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"... brevity is the soul of wit ..."
- William Shakespeare

Rodd Whelpley


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An Unrhymed Sonnet of the Everyday

There's music in it. The scratchy slide
of a guitarist changing chords. My thumb
across the page corners of a book. Scenes
from the passenger seat. Trees by the freeway

in clumpy groups, their red-jacket backs hunched
against traffic, like smokers ditching school.
The low, sunrise gold in a cut cornfield.
Syllables invested in your next

unanswerable question. Or at home,
ripening on the kitchen counter –
two angry, bantam-weight tomatoes
taken in for fear of frost, pinch-faced, jealous,

as ready as those pumpkins left outside
to face their half-moon chances in the night.