Three poems and a memory
“Night” by yours truly
The night, night, night
Obscures sun which can be too bright
But sun lets you see two birds alighting on a field.
Truth revealed.
“Time” by yours truly
Time congeals,
But are there heals?
One feels what one feels.
For the whole film,
You need to watch two reels.
You may not like the ending.
It’s a bit ill portending.
“Pains” by yours truly
So what remains?
Possibly mortal pains?
And all the old stains.
Try bleach.
And be kind,
Each to each.
A memory
Worked two summers during college at a NIH research office on psychiatry/psychology, mainly filing and delivering papers. Liked the doctors, but one shy one killed himself while I was there, and another had a son who went possibly homicidally crazy. The chief boss was a friendly and stable Finnish doctor.
One of my lasting memories is that during the second summer I was assigned an assistant, about a year younger, I think, and from a rough area of D.C. She had pretty corn-row hair. We seemed to get along, but sometimes she would say,” ‘I’ll cut you.” An older woman in the office said it was just a way of saying she liked me.
Irony can be difficult.