B.Z. Niditch- Three Poems

WAITING TO FISH

These rainy mornings

waiting for a line of haddock

or any fish to appear

losing no time

here on the tall grass

by dawn's dock and deck

admiring the black swan's neck

at a time of adolescence

after our papers are 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 back up school

of salmon in a frenzy 

then motionless 

in an A.M. silence

of too much cool memory

already tasting the filet

fried and cooked 

along the sea.

WAITING FOR SPRING

Ski season is now on

sunlight withers

by the birches branch

the borderline wind wants

to make us cold

and reinvents us 

on blinded snow surfaces

when we are waiting

lost on the avalanche

from the hilly ranges

near the emboldened rescue

here everyone is a friend

in the whitened frenzy

there are no strangers

in the craggy bends

of dismantled images

from sleepless limbs

shaped by solitude

and traces of reverie.

PLAYING IN A JAZZ TRIO

There were three of us

who played together for peace

after our shielded reading

during my sax recital

when time came to stop

our laughing riffs glance

at a memorial of old Beats

on a free wielding trio

keeping our lamp burning

my dancing verses rise

of blushing for a solo love

in a changing season

by a college room fireplace

of a strong voice aiming 

at swaying a cool 

flirting audience

suddenly inescapable silence

as if to say,

we are taking off early

in our night shirts.