Three Poems by Peter Lattu

To Cavalier Poets

a pewter watch
with Roman numerals
marks time
measured relentless
which moves
to make a mockery of man
here writing and breathing
soon turned to ashes
from spring’s first bloom


To Louise Gluck

parked along the Potomac
walked north
toward Fort Hunt
geese honking
river at high tide
swollen with the night’s rain
lapping up to the trail
a woman
taking pictures
of fall leaves
under water
buried
like Louise Gluck
under oncoming winter
premonitions
of death
revealed
in Averno


To Thomas Hardy

you believed
dicing chance
ruled our fate
no God no plan
just chance
I agree
no God no plan
but not just chance
life yields
to effort
to man’s will
sure chance
plays a part
but
there is more at work
than just chance
man
can fix his fate

{Poetry by Peter Lattu}