Sample Poems:

Alan Sullivan

 

Frost in Key West

 

In the poet’s garden a gecko

suns at the edge of a deck

while taps on a typewriter echo

and neighborhood chickens peck.

 

The typist is busily drafting

verses invoking the flight

of snowflakes airily wafting

through a forest mantled in white.

 

Unlike the mutable lizard,

the Yankee, wherever he is,

has the hue and warmth of a blizzard,

a winter immutably his.

 

 

[ALAN SULLIVAN began writing verse several years ago, at the age of forty-five.  His first chapbook, New Tricks, is forthcoming from Somers Rocks Press.]

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