Two Poems
Harold Bowes

After Our Swim

In a bank of green basil leaves
The red geranium blooms recall
That curve, the swell


This Is

This is the way to the attic through the hallway and up the stairs to the landing.
This is the way to the basement.
This is the way to the park down this street up that street until you see the trees.
This is the way to the outside open the door open the screen door close the door.
This is the only way back inside.