Poems by BZ Niditch

WAITING ON BASS

These November mornings
waiting for a line of bass
or any fish to appear
losing no time on the tall grass
by dawn’s dock and deck
admiring the black swan’s neck
like hers time of adolescence
after our papers our examined
and our moving eyes
stop to look at the clock
when the academic year
is stopped for vacation
we flee from our passions
wishing to ride out early
in a row boat or kayak
over the motionless shore
on the Atlantic ocean waters
to catch up to our poetry
and complimentary love life
with a fearless conscience
embracing an opening wave
by a school of salmon
in frenzy then motionless silence
of too much cool memory
already tasting the filet of sole
fried and cooked along the sea.

 

WAITING BY BIRCHES

Ski season is over
by the birches branch
in Mount Snow Vermont
the borderline wind wants
to make us cold
when we are told
of the disordered avalanche
from the hilly ranges
near the emboldened rescue
everyone is a friend
in the whitened frenzy
there are no strangers
in the craggy bends
that we know

 

B.Z. NIDITCH is a poet, playwright, and fiction writer.

His work is widely published in journals and magazines throughout the world, including: Columbia: A Magazine of Poetry and Art; The Literary Review; Denver Quarterly; Hawaii Review; Le Guepard (France); Kadmos (France); Prism International; Jejune (Czech Republic); Leopold Bloom (Hungary); Antioch Review; and Prairie Schooner, among others. His newest poetry collection, “Everything, Everywhere,” will be available from Penhead Press in September. He lives in Brookline, Massachusetts.