a red vinyl life

a red vinyl life
vest hangs in a V,
attached at its ends
to the seat of the overturned
canoe that I could call
green if I wanted
to mislead you, my reader—
so much more
than “reader,” so much
more than “my”—
for its worn, nicked
and mottled skin
(its prow rounded like those
circle-headed dolphins
and even the trace
of a smile)
would take a life-time
to describe and anyway
the red vinyl vest isn’t
red it’s bright red
in the sunlight
and suddenly black
in shadow—I only chose
to call it red.

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About nosuchthingasastraightline

I grew up in tiny Lyme, New Hampshire, where I drew, roamed the surrounding woods, and first entertained the idea of God while listening to my mom's Beatles records. I studied biology at Harvard University where I wrote for The Harvard Lampoon and also began writing poetry. I have since made a living variously as a comedy screenwriter, teacher, and private tutor in math, science and writing. I’ve released three CDs of original music as the singer-songwriter and guitar player for Crooked Roads (listen to latest tracks here: https://soundcloud.com/crooked-roads). My poetry writing has been inspired by Rumi, Billy Collins, William Carlos Williams, e.e. cummings, Antonio Machado, Federico Garcia Lorca, and others. My two books of poetry, "The Morning I Married the Sky," and “Free this Morning” are both available on Amazon.
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