WHEN FOUR YEARS OLD (82)

WHEN FOUR YEARS OLD (82)

[A poem a four year old
Would have written if had had the words]

Putti, architectural, play
With tinsel plumb lines on balconies.
Putti
Construct from confetti
A mirage of a homeland
With men who wear hats with square brims.
Putti never look in mirrors;
Putti are as unreal as are human beings.
Putti are like human beings always alone,
Even alone when Putti is with Putti,
For all Putti
Are ex-archers with broken,
Blunted point, unfeathered arrows,
And no bows.

--Duane Locke lives hermetically by an ancient oak, an underground stream, and an osprey’s nest in rural Lakeland, Florida. He has as of January 2010 had 6,513 different poems published as well as twenty one books of poetry. Duane has a Ph. D, specializing in English Metaphysical Poetry (Donne to Marvel). His interests include philosophy (PostModern, Maurice Merleau-Ponty and Martin Heidegger), insects, butterflies, birds, opera, Mahler, and Viennese music.