David Cooke taught amid the stuttering
light blunt scissors, sour milk,
Master of Special Education.
Now he gardens: sleeves stained by grass
clippings, loud scent of his dieseling,
The Lawn Guy.
Always chomping & chuffing his words
into poems. Without submission
his accolades:
Ruth Stone Poetry Prize, Pushcart nominee,
Champion of the Living Bards, Second Place
Optimist & War Poetry Winner gather dust.
At least it is the cut dust of Ironwood Poetry
Boxes he fashions for his artistic ilk. Are you one?