Aznarte poem #1 

Aznarte poem #1 

So many I cherish in the Springfield area:

Tom and Jeanne, Mitch, groups of readers,  

writers, ALUUC, etc. etc. In particular take  

Angela, so cheerful in her kitchen frock tho 

she seldom spills (whilst I eat pistachio nuts)  

then comes dinner often grilled salmon she  

commutes all the way to Robert’s to buy, with 

buttery lemon flavor, also non gummy rice  

plus salad (at home I spoon down peanut butter)  

After supper we watch tv and racoons with Martin  

but nights he’s absent we companionably admire 

her paintings which she protests (wrongly) aren’t  

very good; often we listen to music or just chat of 

Spain, families, books, people. Thank you, Angela!

2022 Jacqueline Jackson

This article appears in The museum built on Native American burial mounds.