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 five full-length collections of poems, the latest Josephine Baker Swimming Pool from MadHat Press, 2019. He has published in Poetry, Ploughshares, Prairie Schooner, The Georgia Review, Bellevue Literary Review, Stand Magazine, december magazine, On the Seawall and Plume, among many others. He lives in Cambridge, Massachusets with his wife, the poet Pui Ying Wong. He recommends supporting the Franciscan friars.