Tim Torkildson's Clown Alley
The Poet Laureate of the New York Times Newsroom
Saturday, September 1, 2018
overripe
I once was a blossom
in the summertime of youth --
now I am overripe
eavesdropping on owls
this shy summer moon
timidly shines above trees
eavesdropping on owls
mountain morning clouds
mountain morning clouds
in a dusky sleepy sky
watch summer leaving
I Love Canada!
I love Canada, but they’ve taken advantage of our Country for many years!
@realDonaldTrump
When dealing with sneaky Canucks
you've got to keep track of the bucks.
Canadian loonies
belong in the boonies --
I'm tariffing their hockey pucks!
Friday, August 31, 2018
gone
real recognition
only comes to the poet
after he is gone
found on a picnic
a bend in the grain
with tired muddy colors
found on a picnic
koi among the coins
koi among the coins
swims over the vain wishes
of its high captors
summer smoke
the murky stillness
of summer smoke in the hills
stings my heart and eyes
I look up through the trees
I look up through the trees
and remember it's Friday,
and the trees don't care
summer spreading green
summer spreading green
and purple over dry ground
that dreams of water
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