In 1985, while pursuing a business degree, I unhappily landed in a creative writing class and announced to the group that I thought Walt Whitman was a chain of schools throughout the United States. To my astonishment, I had found my pacing, abandoned prose, and started a poetry circle that has been meeting for 16 years. I have published three poetry collections, most recently: “Wonder” Little Lantern Press (out of Wales). https://www.amazon.com/s/ref=nb_sb_noss_2?url=search-alias%3Daps&field-keywords=Laurie+Byro I am the Poet in Residence at the West Milford Township Library and despite it all, love New Jersey, and have lived here almost 60 years.
Independence Day, 2006
and ye shall be as God, knowing good and evil
Griffin and Sabine write to one another.
Nothing much is accomplished by the pill.
Who could blame Icarus for wanting
to bite the red apple of the sun? It was hotter
than the firecracker I held in my hand
those fourths when we guzzled our father’s
Rolling Rocks. I’d meet you in the woods,
my house, distant and blurred. The froth
from those beers sat on our lips like passion.
I got home before the searing balls of fire
exploded in my father’s eyes and I plucked
the last subtle feather from your wing.
We careened towards a hungry ocean.
It snowed in Trenton the day we ended it.
Blustery puffs of air tugged your trousers,
reminding you what we had done as you
waited for me in the park. The forest
behind my house was slippery from clots
of snow off branches. On the car ride home,
you soothed me with myths about angels
and lost men with tattered wings. I watched
the snow become rivers that would send me out
of my home town and east into the silent city
where people talk around forbidden words.
Later, I addressed you as the first and the last
man in Paradise. You blurred into half a dozen
others, all carved like green men in the hollow
of the tree. Now as I take my walk and wonder
where we’ve gone, the light through leaves
cuts a slant that promised so much more.
Adam, I whisper, what were we thinking?
© 2017 Laurie Byro
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