(Scroll down for a recent poem by PH)
(Copyright (c) Paul Heidelberg)
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DOCTOR ZHIVAGO IN A BEAT VEIN
Write in the snow
like Doctor Zhi---vago,
in the film that is,
love-struck doctor
with wolves at the door,
or not far from same.
They (publishers)
stuck his poems at the
back of the book.
They should have been
interwoven,
poetry into prose,
art writing into
writing for commerce.
At least a foot
of snow
out the window;
nothing big in
these parts,
biggest snow
years ago
had five foot drifts,
I have recorded
on film,
or I should say
on Sandisk card,
with digital fotos
from my
Leica camera.
The John Deere
snow plow
beeps in an
old-fashioned way.
The big orange
de---vice
is old.
This ice
and snow cleaner
must be from
the nineteen fifties
or sixties,
out there destroying
the Doctor Zhivago scenery.
As I wondered long ago
in a poem about
Beatrice in Firenze,
where, can you tell me,
is Lara?
PH 2/2020
(Humor has often been used in my poetic work. PH)
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