The peach tree is bent over, looking like it’s praying.
An old man is bent over, looking like he’s praying.
I’m bent over too, but I’m only looking for my keys.
It Came and Went
World Poetry Day that is
and yes it was rather uneventful
though some buds on the trees
seemed poised to shed the winter
and blaze into bloom for the spring
my wife cooked another magnificent
supper and a poet hundreds of miles
away said in an interview that poets
would never be famous as Hollywood
Stars and I erased almost everything
I wrote for the day pleased to surrender
and start again another day a good one
the Muse assured me she would bring
blue shadows glorious words with birds
Tim Suermondt is the author of four full-length collections of poems: Trying To Help The Elephant Man Dance (The Backwaters Press, 2007), Just Beautiful (New York Quarterly Books, 2010), Election Night And The Five Satins (Glass Lyre Press, 2016) and The World Doesn’t Know You (Pinyon Publishing, 2017). His fifth book Josephine Baker Swimming Pool is forthcoming by MadHat Press. He has poems published in Poetry, The Georgia Review, Ploughshares, Prairie Schooner, Blackbird, Bellevue Literary Review, North Dakota Quarterly, december magazine, Plume Poetry Journal, Poetry East and Stand Magazine (England), among others. He lives in Cambridge, Massachusetts with his wife, the poet Pui Ying Wong.