Bob Lucky

On the Birth of Legends

the coolness
of mud between my toes
summer’s end
wondering if I should teach
the Odyssey again

The fish skipped school and climbed up the bank to watch passing cars. They dared one another to cross the road. There were few cars on that stretch of road. The real danger was the other side. No one knew what was there. One day, a young perch flopped across and was never seen again. The tall tales his old friends spun were no match for the stories he told his new friends.

the cyclamen
I abandoned
has bloomed —
so many things
to do before I die

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About the Author

Bob Lucky is the author most recently of My Thology: Not Always True But Always Truth (Cyberwit, 2019) and the chapbook Conversation Starters in a Language No One Speaks (SurVision Books, 2018), which was a winner of the James Tate Poetry Prize in 2018. Lucky lives in Portugal, where he is working his way through the regional cheeses and wines.

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