Rust in August
By Greg Shaw
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Writer and journalist Greg Shaw brings us his first collection of poems just in time for his 60th birthday. Shaw's poetry is built on the memory of sadness and humor, despair and hope. Places-an airplane seat, an interstate highway, a cold urban street, an enveloping forest, a warm bed-stir the poetic senses. The trajectory of these places may b
Greg Shaw
Following stints working in grocery stores and on petroleum tank farms, Greg Shaw worked as a newspaper reporter in his home state of Oklahoma before going on to government and corporate speechwriting. He's authored, co-authored, and ghostwritten several bestselling nonfiction books. He founded Clyde Hill Publishing, which focuses on innovation, and co-founded Pulley Press, a poetry imprint. This is his first collection of poetry.
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Rust in August - Greg Shaw
A Window Seat
Numberless, cumulus clouds
slip past elegant engines loud
Freshly plowed fields of wheat
greening in shapes shaped neat
Below a deep azure bay
slips by so far away
Curving brown shorelines
and twirling wind turbines
Ahead beckons a boulder-beaded beach
just within eyesight’s reach
Turning, I press to the window
The greatest show on earth is Earth
Center seat, this time
We can see no lights below
But after some turbulence
We are consoled
The honey lights of home
A galaxy of lamps and lanterns
A tiny town, perhaps a county
From seven miles high
No one in my confines looks
They stare at phones
They fawn over Facebook
And watch videos, a motherlode of motherboards
Do they know?
The greatest show on earth
is Earth
Fern Lane
Every summer during these two weeks
a leafy canopy cools our rented cottage.
I am surrounded by another’s books
ideas from another village
Every new fact fascinates; one connected to the other
Poems, plays, paintings
A game of cricket or croquet
Aren’t we posh?
Veterans Day
Half past eleven by the time we arrive
A band beckoning
The parade already passing
How many people is hard to derive
The 11th hour, the 11th day, the 11th year.
A celebration just beginning
Muffled applause, a city paused
And then, for a moment, remembrance
Another time
—fathers and uncles sigh
November grey, warm, and windless, we yearn.
Decorated squads have passed this way
Ballplayers from a nearby Fenn
Patriots who fought for them
Young Americans on a Common they lay
Boom, boom, boom goes the drum.
Yesterday
A garage sale band
Played Star Wars at 4 p.m.
Outside the Cinema Grande
Poom, poom, poom went the horn.
Street musicians—the vagabonds on guitars
An old many on his erhu violin
Played-on, then hushed
To hear the rustle of leaves
Along the Charles
I cannot tell you why the geese do not fear us
Perhaps because they have migrated so far
They shuffle, waddle, saunter, or skip
across this mean strip—this gravelly path
where joggers breeze by
as nannies push strollers and coddle toddlers
The women’s brown ears
plugged with matte white airbuds
To listen
Boylston
Hateful howls the wind
’round alleyways and corner lanes
Sans scarf—no woolen coat, gloveless
nothing to fight off an insurgence of ice
Head bowed; muscles tight
your touch still aches, the cold still stings
Metal doors ahead collect me
Oh, to have froze
Sandcastles on the Cape
A storm of white sheets
Shaded our peach-colored backs
beneath a box fan’s