Maudlin Elegy in Lennox, Massachusetts
by Alexander Dickow
Chasehews or fangloops and etcetera
scatter in the backyard porch shed
the screendoor of whose
closed shut hard.
Mosquitoes wouldn’t bite yet
during sunshine goes all over still.
Arch is the precise heart in the garden
at the folding up table
of a garden which frontier the overgrown green maples
with also green shrubs.
His eyebrows were overgrown and twinkle
and Jean smiled back.
Arch will overlook the dull lump up close
at a folding up table.
And he dabs a crimped rasp so a lump
could look like the nose, hair, a chin.
Hello, my boy.
While Arch would speak, he can whistle his teeth.
Shrsso, my boy, shrssay now.
And Arch could play a conshrscertina.
Six in the morning sharp, Arch was always strolling down
the corner store and gets his newspaper.
I go sometimes with him to hold Arch’s hand.
After, we walked on back the road having the newspaper.
Then the screendoor will close shut hard.
From in a lawnchair Jean smiled in the garden.
His eyebrows smiled her back
during sunshine went all over still.