Poetry from David Kopaska-Merkel

can't talk my teen self

out of that second date

father paradox



married the Prince

maid's tight dress


Ice Age wanes

every generation

the village moves

the last midden still

visible at low tide

not the graves


Mom and Dad's

Pleistocene honeymoon

born 10,000 years late

2 thoughts on “Poetry from David Kopaska-Merkel

  1. Stimulating material. I’ll probably think of these and their shades of meaning/implications for a while. Am I wrong in assuming that they’re a sort of experimental haiku?

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