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      June 2, 2022Beginner’s LessonMalcolm Alexander

      If you wish to be wealthy, duck beneath
      the topcoat of a well-dressed river
      until you come up with a mossy boot
      filled with shiners. Spend them wisely.
      To tread lightly on the earth,
      first breathe in and out slowly
      to sense how oxygen walks barefoot,
      then observe butterflies, so weightless
      even our poetry burdens them.
      Avoid mistaking sadness for blueberries,
      but if this happens, remember only one
      of the two tastes like a somersault.
      Make nothing more of the moon
      than what it is, a great big pebble
      hunting for a shoe, not to be confused
      with the heart, likewise a vagabond.
      Inside of every stray cat lurks a person
      who discarded love. Remember this
      when you bend over to wind them up.
      If you feel compelled to fly a flag,
      note how it struggles in vain to be a rainbow
      and how envy will make it twist and flap
      like a tongue. Consider instead a kite.
      If you desire to reach heaven,
      have your body buried in an aspen grove.
      In time, all of you will wick up
      into a loud version of it.
      If the noise of the human world overwhelms you,
      trace the voicebox of an orchid with your finger.
      When you get to the aria, listen.
      But beware, for beauty can be a lacewing
      or a meteor, and lands wherever it pleases.
      When you finish reading a poem,
      bend it around so you can see
      yourself in it. Then laugh out loud.
      Everything else now should come easy.

      from #26 - Winter 2006

      Malcolm Alexander

      “I began to read poetry and then later attempted to write it, not only while in prison, but on account of it. Ironically, I don’t have to struggle like most folks to find the time to write. On the other hand, this place sure as hell ain’t Yaddo. Though the idea of ‘Beginner’s Lessons’ came to me as a quirk of wordplay and image about an old boot filled with golden fish, the various stanzas went through three years of revisions in an attempt to make each one just offbeat enough to make a person think about its underlying truth.”