Two Poems by Kenneth Pobo


A Red Dahlia

I remove my shoes, shirt,
and pants. Naked,
I step into the dahlia’s bloom.
I’m late—our whole
neighborhood’s already here.

We drink iced tea,
carve our initials
on sunlight,
share family recipes
with curious pebbles.


Show Don’t Tell

Sometimes to tell
feels like a kiss
with a hairy landscaper
behind the garage. I ask

images to take a nap–
they need the rest anyway.


Kenneth Pobo does an Internet radio show on Saturday nights called Obscure Oldies. He grew two Show And Tell dahlias this past summer, gorgeous blooms. Things he hates: weedwackers, revved motorcycles, and broccoli.