Two Poems by Normon J. Olson

a view of Nova Scotia from Prince Edward Island

 

I saw Nova Scotia

prostrate on the sea,

like a fallen angel with her

head pillowed on the blue tinted horizon…

 

sunlight danced across the

electromagnetic

ripples and painted deep blue

with flecks of gray and silver

 

the fish have gone, turned by

greed and

the bellies of gourmands into

shit… the shit is also gone…  fishing

boats rot in the bushes

or sit in hopeful desolation with

a fly specked sign that reads

“for sale / best offer”

 

 

 

flying from LAX to DTW

 

flying first class on an employee

pass,

sipping a cold drink as the

flaming GE vortex and vast

Boeing wings bring our

aluminum tube up, over

the white line of El Segundo

surf, through the overcast

and

into sunlight, like the bang of a ladle

on a two quart saucepan…

 

over a wrinkle of mountains

 

soon circles of irrigation fields fill the

flat country

 

then the green of Minnesota… 

Lake Michigan looks like a flat zinc plate

and

the face in the window mocks a fat

old gap toothed man

who does not really belong in

first class,

or anywhere

else for that matter…

 

Detroit is another story…

 

 

 

Normon J. Olson is a 65 year old poet and artist and since publishing his first poem in 1984, has published hundreds of poems and drawings in literary print and ejournals all over the world...  a current publication is the cover drawing on Poetry Repairs at www.poetryrepairs.com