Optimist Club
- Optimist Club
What were the needs were given names.Shapes & colorscame, too. & spreadsheets.
There are blues to seein the feathers of small birds.Also, what despair
can be found in odors!I am smelling of elm& shame, lowering myself deeper.
I am filled with kindredspirit & hatred.This is not uncommon.
I am hunting who for,but the forest keeps spreadingfor miles before me
in the most angled places,magical, & stillI can't find who for.
It's morningagain, & the hierarchyof sadness moves in
with the wind through the window.Today, I might makea life change.
When we say that we arecapable, sometimes we accomplishsome wonderful thing. [End Page 215]
Joseph Johnson teaches in New Meadows, Idaho. He received his MFA from the University of Massachusetts-Amherst, and his work has recently appeared or is forthcoming in Big Big Wednesday, Chicago Review, Forklift, Ohio, Pangyrus, Storm Cellar, Washington Square Review, Yalobusha Review, and elsewhere.
