Four Poems by Scott C. Kaestner

 

TRUMP

It’s hard to carry
the weight of the world
in tiny uncalloused hands.



WOLF MOON HOWLS

Used to think I was crazy
then I met everyone else.

Learned it’s a small world
but a big planet.

And sometimes too many times
are not enough.

Questions are answers
looking to be freed.

Who put the where
in how it’s done?

What does the why
do what it does?
 
Mirrors always reflect
their truth.

Nothing is easy
in the 21st century.

The wolf moon howls
above the city of angels.

Los Angeles is aglow
bathing in light.

And I wander here in wonder
trying to find home.

For home is where the heart
gives birth to peace.

And peace is the way
home.



SAFE BET

Lost a lot of money
betting on football
terrible at cards
have dumped
a month’s rent
into slot machines
filled out  brackets
that immediately
busted - bet
on the horse
who couldn’t get
out of the gate
and somewhere
along my lost way
                  realized
the only safe bet
the one that always hits
is the passage of time
where it’s always time
to cash in.



THE MIDDLE AGES

At 54
my body
is less
a temple
more a
crumbling
edifice.

Scott C. Kaestner is a Los Angeles poet, writer, dad, husband, and man who thinks thinking is a lost art. Google ‘scott kaestner poetry’ to peruse his musings and doings; maybe even buy a book.