“Still Life with Grapes” by Howie Good

for Barbara

Why wait? We’re like the ships of Ulysses, always being blown off course. Hurry and undress, before the blood dies in our hearts again.

In the last little bit of woods where I sometimes walk our dog, stepping over the beer cans and take-home Styrofoam containers, I found today a cluster of wild grapes shining darkly in the dimness. I picked one. It was good. Maybe you’re right, after all, about there being life on other planets.

HowieHowie Good, a journalism professor at SUNY New Paltz, is the author of five poetry collections, most recently Cryptic Endearments from Knives Forks & Spoons Press. He has had numerous chapbooks, including A Special Gun for Elephant Hunting from Dog on a Chain Press, Strange Roads from Puddles of Sky Press, and Death of Me from Pig Ear Press. His poetry has been nominated multiple times for the Pushcart Prize and Best of the Net anthology. He blogs at http://apocalypsemambo.blogspot.com.