Tuesday, June 6, 2017

what got done today by frank kelso wolfe.

this poem about everyday life, but carved much deeper at a heart-level through the industrious way of particular thought and language, is one by frank wolfe which often rises up in me. he wrote it on august 1, 2014. i may even re-post it with new photography of some scenes from it in the future, to keep it alive and moving onward in people's knowledge, in this world. 

the last line sticks with me most, understandably, as i love the tangibly felt labor of cutting green blades in the yard with my antique mower. and it hits right smack into the middle of the reality of things, that even poets are sometimes out mowing because some aren't overflowing with dollars upon dollars enough to pay someone else to do it, or some just want that physicality for themselves.


what got done today
by frank kelso wolfe

with the sun blazing in dubai

construction workers built a mirrored tower

and wiped adam's sweat from their brows.

a child in detroit dug through a dumpster

and smiled at his luck when he found

a half eaten happy meal and three cigarettes.

two red haired neo-hippie chicks

skipped their health class and instead

went for ice cream: rum raisin and strawberry.

all the monks in a mid montana monastery

planted acres of snap peas

and silently prayed for the salvation of mankind.

nan went to the new grocery store in beijing 

and loaded her cart with organic vegetables

while hawks flew circles over mounds of e-waste.

every single living human being breathed

many smiled and had clean water to drink

and poets mowed the lawn because they had to.



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