In a Public Place                                                                                                  —J.R. Solonche

The flag flutters.
The white and pink petals fall.
One breeze is enough.

Piped into the men’s room,
a Beethoven string quartet.
I wish I were constipated.

On another bench,
a man reads a book of poetry.
Someday I want to write

a book of poetry
that cannot be read in public.
It will be illegal.

The flowering plant is doing its job:
being publicly private,
being privately public.

The material dematerializes.
One deity dies.
Another is born.

Look! The moon is made of money.
Let us spend it on happiness.
It will be sold out soon.

J.R. Solonche

J.R. Solonche has been publishing in magazines, journals, and anthologies since the early 70s. He is author of Beautiful Day (Deerbrook Editions), Won’t Be Long (Deerbrook Editions), Heart’s Content (Five Oaks Press), Invisible (nominated for the Pulitzer Prize by Five Oaks Press), The Black Birch (forthcoming from Aldrich Press/Kelsay Books), and coauthor of Peach Girl: Poems for a Chinese Daughter (Grayson Books).

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