Much ado about nothing. . .

Alice says the trick with these poems is
to enjoy the ride across the page     Time
again to trip and stumble and brush off
the dust and injury of age      She loves
me     she loves me not    
                      So what’s new to speak ?
Slings    arrows    darling buds of May    
The house that jack built reverberates
        with the sound
of music       and the words are mere stepping
stones to meaning      or sometimes to chaos
“Beauty is in the eye and the ear,”    so
said the poets and painters assembled
around Frank O’Hara who was famous
for his white shirts and his lunch time riffs on
the breeze shot
                  on the streets of Manhattan

John Lyons

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