New Poems

A Supermarket in Albuquerque

“What thoughts I have of you” today, Allen Ginsberg,

as I navigate the crowded aisles of the grocery store

on the day before Thanksgiving.

In my last minute errands before I slip into the holidays,

I thought this had the makings

of a poem, then thought that you had already written

that poem, and my poem, however well-intentioned