Four Short Poems
He wrote, famously,
a novel without an e.
But look close. Did he?
Sorry I missed your last bash.
So, here’s a clerihew, my eulogy.
Yes, quite belatedly.
In journalism and astronomy, observatory days streak by;
better to live your life, than waste it waiting for stars to die.
From the Dreamliner’s window, I gaze below:
prairie braille, poker chips, old computer punch cards,
the Japanese game Go.
Nick D’Annunzio Jones is a poet in Seattle. He is also a former speechwriter on Wall Street and a reporter for The New York Times.