Larry Kimmel, US




Free Verse


Once In A Parking Lot


"... my stress lay on the incidents in the development
of a soul: little else is worth study ..." Robert Browning


Talking in the parking lot across
from the library, where it is shaded
by tall maples, we hear this chit-chit-chit
and, wondering, we look up and see a squirrel

watching us from a high branch,
while rotating the nut he’s gnawing at.
Seeing us see him, he stops his eating,
stops his busy little teeth, and stops

the chit-chit-chit. Silence. Eyes meet eyes.
Then ... he scampers to a higher branch—
and we? I don't remember what we said
or did that day, after the squirrel, or before

the squirrel. Recall only an incident
whose soul-value was its greater value.



Red Squirrel


In summer sunlight the red squirrel scoots up
and down the apple tree, free from all concern,
while the cat watches from the window, and
I from behind the screendoor. Next he runs

along his highway through the greeny treetops,
his highway in the sky, his highway
invisible to me, once run. And now he
takes the shortcut home, leaving branches jostling,

where he's leapt from tree to leafy tree—not
suspecting all the eyes that tracked him. I
suspect we, too, live free of inhibitions
we might otherwise be feeling, if we but knew . . .

And now on ground he swirls
around around
and rounds the corner,
like water


These poems are now included in Larry Kimmel's new book, The Piercing Blue of Sirius









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