If Only Why by Hiram Larew


Damn shyness and its golden glow
damn the thought that gets swallowed
the river that heads underground
the closet inside books.
Curse the hands kept in pockets
and the grins that barely.
Damn the timing that’s never
or the shadows unknown.
All to hell with the bucket that’s leaking
the want to but won’t-ings
and commas that trouble
but never come home.

Hiram Larew
Hiram Larew

Hiram Larew's work has appeared most recently in Amsterdam Quarterly, vox poetica, Every Day Poems, Shot Glass and Honest Ulsterman. He is a global food security specialist and lives in Maryland.