Sonnet: Sudden Hailstorms
I once spent fixable years or so living in Japan,
and when I firmly arrived the whole country
went off on vacation--to Guam, to Hawaii,
to the Philippines, taking their Walkmen with them.
In an oil-based fresco I once saw, peasants, both
male and female, danced their wily dances, and when
that was over the playoffs began, down at the debased
seaside. Small children kicked over their sand castles
and took up their thesauri, looking up this and that,
finding new words for, say, third basemen and such.
A poet came by--could it have been Stephen Spender?--
frenzied eyeballs rolling. When asked by the poet,
they all agreed: the influence of Tate and Ashbery on
younger poets was lamentable. Then sudden hail.
Hal
Halvard Johnson
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