Three Poems
by LaVern Spencer McCarthy
“Conversation”
A conversation has begun
where woods comprise a scene.
The leaves are talking to the wind
in syllables of green.
The gossip flows from twig to twig
and by the garden wall
I hear the burly oak relate
the wildest tale of all.
Why should I listen to the field
for what the grass might say,
when leafy tongues already tell
the story of the day?
“Black Cat”
Someday I want to be a black cat—
just once.
I want to strut down the middle of the street,
make tires screech in superstition.
I want to see my teeth mirrored
in a raven’s eye.
I want to howl on the back fence
for my lady love,
wriggle through spaces whisker-wide,
then purr my sleepy self
into a daze.
I want to slink and creep.
I want to peer at ladies having tea
and disappear when they notice me.
I want to doze in a garden,
underneath tomato vines in summer,
not moving when dogs next door
become incensed.
Someday I want to be a black cat—
just once.
“An Old Man’s Wallet”
His wallet holds the scraps of yesterday
with faded photos dearest to his heart;
A raffle ticket, notice of a play
attended when his daughter had a part;
A stub from some wild party in the rain
at college when he went where laughter led;
A tiny rosebud wrapped in cellophane
from his true love’s bouquet when they were wed;
A snip of ribbon done in earthy tones
from some dead soldier’s grave across the sea;
Such pieces of his life are all he owns,
each remnant bringing back a memory.
These treasures, and a letter from a friend
will hold his world together till the end.