Mark Podojil

Sonnet for M.H.

I've been gathering bouquets of feathers
To sew into gloves to soften my touch;
And I've been busy, loosening tethers
Taking great care not to let out too much.
I've been rummaging through chests caked with gray
For old bolts of cloth and things to stop time,
For whispering books I found in Bombay,
And vials of oil I stole from a shrine.
A picnic of chores to tailor your room,
Where we'll usher the pear-gold of the morn’
Hefted a'swing in an eternal bloom.
Smash the clock, leave your clothes and shoes unworn!
Forget about the day, its demands and its light,
And let's fill our bodies with the stars of the night.

Mark Podojil has a degree in geology from the University of Georgia. He earns money by writing computer code for a pharmaceutical company and makes a living handcrafting classical guitars. He's got a pretty good back dunk and people say he looks like a cross between young Steve Martin and Potsy Webber. Mark also won twice in our 72 character Y2K thoughts contest.

Email Mark at mpodojil@gumballpoetry.com.

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