These, his last,
employers, dead
Inexplicably and
Unavailable
to praise his diligence,
Cast a shadow on his prospects, and he sighed.
Before all this, he
Would have lit a pipe and
mused on the past
In aromatic mauve tobacco...Shadows
Baffled pleasantly
the better rug
Once a bear.
Grizzly bear.
He would have enjoyed a smoke with a bear.
Hibernation is
not unlike a job you fail to love.
He would have enjoyed
Some banter on, and amiable disputation of,
His claim. Or
on job loss, in general;
On night air, the fanfare above a curve, a star,
If suitably
asparkle in public.
Source: Poetry (May 2012).
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This poem originally appeared in the May 2012 issue of Poetry magazine
Judith Hall’s books include To Put The Mouth To (William Morrow, 1992) and Three Trios (Northwestern University Press, 2007).
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