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Poems by Art Heifetz

Postcard from Little  Corn

This is the land of happy dogs
trailing wide-eyed children
down the red paved sidewalks,
past the pink and turquoise shops
with their hand-painted signs,
the coffee-colored women
leaning out
from the tortilla stands,
the girls weaving bracelets,
the tall black man selling empanadas
from a plastic bin.

And following the muddy paths
through the piña and coco groves,
they arrive at the sea,
roaring like a hungry beast,
licking the palm trees
with its foamy tongue,
devouring the sand.

Tomorrow, Melvy has told us,
will bring calmer winds,
the ocean will fold its legs
and lie down, but for now
the empty rocking chairs
are propelled by ghosts,
the dogs are huddling
under the eaves of the casitas
as the storm breaks,
drumming rat-tat-tat
on the rusty tin roofs,
making the whole island
dance to its beat.

Scrabble Love

A passion for language
set their hearts aflutter,
not only for the bingos like ECSTASY
that earned an extra fifty points
but for smaller words like QI
the Chinese force inherent in all things
and KA the Egyptian word for soul.
She admired the way
he finessed the tightest spaces,
and he the challenges she issued
to every bogus entry.

Since her knee replacement
and his accident at work,
they had played online each night,
their crutches poised against the wall,
their words sailing across the Net
like messages in bottles.
Now their language grew more fervent.
He made the bingo, DEAREST
she used his S in her word, HEARTS .
and suddenly
they felt their lives were joined.

When finally they met
at Starbucks for a game,
he leaned across the table
and kissed her on the lips,
their glasses grew entangled,
and his large groping hands
sent the bag of tiles flying.

A solitary X, a lonely Z
landed at his feet.
He picked them up,
she handed him an A.
ZAX, they sighed.
That would be the name
of their first child.
It’s a tool for cutting slate.
Go figure.


Art Heifetz has published 100 plus poems in 10 countries. He won second prize in Reuben Rose competition in Israel and was recently nominated for a Pushcart. See polishedbrasspoems.com for more of his work.



One thought on “Poems by Art Heifetz

  1. I find both of these poems to be charming. Once I saw a postcard of Brooklyn with an ice cream man and children playing. Adults were looking out the window and dogs were frolicking. Now I wish I could find it again and write about it. I also like very much the scrabble poem. How cute to have the on line players fall in love. Both of these poems make me want to write more. Thanks to the author and to Blue Hour!

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