Poem: Damn That Noah

Only when you're alone does the entire world seem to be paired, holding hands.

Damn That Noah Damn that Noah anyway, with his Forty Days and Forty Nights All that incessant two by towing, hand in handing, pair by pair Raining hard, the waters rising and here I stand up to my knees, alone Life begun again in Noah-speak, as if the waters ever really receded What a legacy, coupling in couples ever since Double or nothing takes on a whole new meaning, biblically and otherwise How many thousand years since then? A bunch Argued over, but a hunk of time at any rate and yet on streets and trams they throw their two-ness in my face Maybe yours as well Counting their money in front of the poor Spreading their feast before the hungry If it weren’t such a lovely thing to see, I’d look the other way Damn that Noah

This poem is included in Jim Freeman's poetry collection BROKEN PIECES available here in print or as an e-Book in your favorite formats.