INTRO
IMPATIENS CAPENSIS
LITTLE RIVER
GROWING UP, TWO AMERICAS
THE SCRAPER
THE ODYSSEY OF GLOOMY GUS
A TRUE DOCTOR
WAITING ON LARAMIE CREEK
DEATH OF WILBUR
THE ADVANTAGE OF INTELLIGENCE
TO BETTY, 1982
TED
BY WINNEBAGO'S SHORE
THE HUMAN CONDITION IS NOT
DREAM OF CHARLES DE LANGLADE
ANNIVERSARY 1984
THE LESSON
FROM THE TALE OF PETER MINK
MUSIC AT THE JACKSON
ALONG 693
OLD MAN TO HIMSELF
OLD RIDER
TREES OF NEW JERSEY
CALLING OWLS
OLD DOMINION
HILLS
I DIDN'T KNOW YOU THEN
WHEN I WAS FIFTEEN
TO OUR SONS, 1982
CHICAGO AND NORTHWESTERN
BEYOND NORTH MOUNTAIN
AFTER YOU LANGLADE
MY SHIP
MAKE REVOLUTION
THE BRANDY LINE (ABOUT A FAVORITE GOAT)
THE ABORTION PALACE
YOU CALL ME FOLLY MILLS
MEMORY
SPRING PEEPERS
©Poems of R.F.Mueller- Other Times, Other Thoughts

SNAPSHOT
R.F. Mueller



Sitting there on those granite boulders
Radiating your mid-American chic as well as you can,
The water falling behind you has long since
Repeatedly cycled and impinged on this your yellowed print.
It was easy for me to think of your life
Since we parted as one long drag.
But that doesn't explain why you struck a chord
That first night I asked you to dance at the Rainbow,
The wrench of stumbling phone calls,
Idealizing fantasies, and later
The surreptitious glances on each
Drive past the place where we used to park.
Perhaps you once had a vision of us among
Those bright varnished benches with light
Streaming through the slightly garish stained glass,
There among the cologne-washed incense smells.
If so Nelda, I know now I should have been flattered.

 

annotation

The picture of the subject of my affection posed before a waterfall gave an impetus to this poem that might otherwise have been lacking.