Jody Azzouni


Prometheus Distracted

Originally published in Clay Palm Review 1:2, 2001
Added 3/07/2020
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Prometheus Distracted

Poem | Jody's Notes


The eagle pauses in mid-gulp,

and Prometheus can take a breath.

The sky is still blue: he can watch

a cloud, remember conversation,

think of a fireplace.


Some meals, though, are like childhood,

going on long after knife,

and fork, are exhausted. We

beg repeatedly for a curtain,

a toychest, a kiss goodnight,

a coffee break.