Richard Kenney

Six Blessings and a Curse
May 13, 2012 Kenney Richard

Plans

 

Weigh odds. Pray. Pay bills.

Tell truth. Love well. Serve real gods.

Meanwhile, daffodils.

 

 

And That?

 

Cut forest? A moor.

Drained swamp? A field. Extinct sea?

That’s a prairie. Love?

 

 

Fashionable

 

What world wants, world eats.

Or, like a vast pregnancy

Sometimes, what it needs.

 

 

Rock

 

Dear us, united

In pluck. Pluck plus black luck. Pluck

Deracinated.

 

 

Hard Place

 

Should you feel failure?

You’re not at the best vantage.

Touch wood. Splinters. Braille.

 

 

Orrery

 

Lo! Lord’s swung bola

Circle and parabola–

Love, too, oo-la-la.

 

 

TO THE COBBLER WHO PUT THE SQUEAK IN MY BOOT

 

May you bruit

about churches, crunching croutons,

in starched armor. May your plate suit’s

squeak match mice (your pendant earrings)

well within hearing

of a squadron of peering

finger-wagging, very unhappily

lip-shushing hypercontrarian

librarians.

May you marry one.

May you honeymoon sunning

in traffic, in a cab whose ignition key is ever turning,

while its engine is ever running

Richard Kenney teaches at the University of Washington. His most recent book is The One-Strand River (Knopf, 2008).