My grandma got out of Odessa
hiding in the hay—
of a wagon into which
soldiers stabbed
pitchforks in—
again & again...
when I sneezed in September
she told me with a grin:
“That’s why you have hay fever,
from the fear I felt when they—
stuck pitchforks in the hay.”
by Kenneth Goodman
Ken Goodman mates ecstatic meditation & poetry creation in Cleveland, Ohio.
