|| 2 Poems by Greg Anson ||


There is a bear
in the basement.
I figure that with step,
lunge and swing
the bear has a wingspan
of at least 5 feet.

The cellar door is closed.

I am on one side
holding a can
of anti-bear spray;
on the other
is the wingspan
of the bear.

In a Moment

The coolest thing I’ve seen all day
is the cat’s drool hanging off a branch,

swaying gentle in the breeze
like a Christmas ornament going gravity’s way,
proceeding longer and stretched-out
over the hanging years,

in this case seconds,

as the cat desends
to the second story roof and
tries to figure out
how to get down
to the ground.

Greg Anson lives in Seattle, Washington.