droopy old pine/ poem by Mike Jurkovic

droopy old pine

Never gave you
much thought
till now.

You’re still the old pine
we never lit w/lights or
picnicked near.

Beneath your height
above peak and soffit
every genus

falls in your shade,
the moon and stars
go about their business.

Your tangle snaps
at my touch, the fire
incandescent.

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Mike Jurkovic publishes globally with little reportable income. His full length books include Buckshot Reckoning, mooncussers, AmericanMental, (Luchador Press 2023, 2022, 2020). Blue Fan Whirring (Nirala Press, 2018) and is a 2016 Pushcart nominee. President of Calling All Poets, now celebrating its 25th year. Reviews appear at All About Jazz & lightwoodpress.com.

He hosts New Jazz Excursions,Mondays, 9-10am, WVKR-91.3FM Vassar College. The Rock n Roll Curmudgeon appeared in Rhythm and News Magazine, 1996-2003. He loves Emily most of all.     

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Mike is a frequent contributor to Lightwood as a poet, music critic and creative writer. He is one of the creators of CALLING ALL POETS, a small press and reading series (live and zoom) in the Hudson Valley.

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