For the amazing James, from The Prose Poem: An International Journal, edited by Peter Johnson.
from All Over the Lot / by James Tate
The boy grinned up at me. My old tweed vest was infested with fleas. I started walking backwards. People were shoving me this way and that.
For steering the right direction, from Great American Prose Poems, edited by David Lehman.
from The Pilot / by Russell Edson, b.1935
He thinks he can use the back of a chair as a ship’s wheel to pilot this room through the night.
For botanical gardens, from The Star By My Head.
from No one will believe me / by Marie Lundquist b. 1950
but there was a time when a woman received compliments for her Pre-Raphaelite colors and the word fortune appeared as a small, enclosed warmth
For fabulous football, from Poetry 180, edited by Billy Collins. The rest of the poem may be found here:
from Football / by Louis Jenkins b. 1942
I understand that this is a world where anything is possible