Richard Newman

Three Triolets on Lines from Public Spaces

 

1. Over the Airport Intercom

Robert MacGregor, please return to your wife
who's waiting with your baggage at the gate.
You cannot fly for long out of your life,
Robert MacGregor. Please return to your wife.
A little big with boredom and stained from strife,
she wears a pressed resilience to compensate.
Robert MacGregor—please. Return to your wife.
She's waiting with your baggage at the gate.
 

2. At a Cardinals Game in Busch Stadium

Will you please marry me, Katrina?
We're blinking on the Jumbotron!
Since my love's big as this arena,
will you please marry me, Katrina?
Drunk Cubs fans snicker like hyenas.
You won't wait til the Cards have won,
will you? Please marry me, Katrina.
We're blinking on the Jumbotron.
 

3. Missed Connections on Craigslist

You drove a white Impala heading west.
I waved and you waved back. You looked so pretty.

In that white flash my life was cursed and blessed.
You drove a white Impala. Heading west,
each white Impala stabs me in the chest.
I've posted ads like this throughout the city:
you drove a white Impala heading west.
I waved and you waved back. You looked so pretty.