2 Poems from William Peters

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Day’s Heat

Summer's breeze appears
To ignite what's left
Of red tipped blades

Grass blades lean into
Air waves and dance
Towards the west
Facing house windows

Like smoke leaning
Into the nearest
Obstacle to fire
Becomes a chimney

House sucks hot air into
Open windows which
Settles into all corners

Refusing to leave
Like people sometimes
Do when visiting

Padding My Resume

I can remember
Being flight captain
Of my own rocket
At the early age
Of eight years 
Five months

I had few problems
Visiting other worlds
With a limitless supply
Of special rocket fuel

And maintenance free
Rock knobs and stick levers
On my Navigator Control Panel 

Seating was primitive 
On my scaffolding 
Support beam

Hanging
Over a ditch 

Of a forever

Dismantled 
Outhouse



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William Peters is a narrative poet who finds the occasional humor in growing old, past events, familiar objects, and even relationships. He grew up in Kellogg, Idaho, USA and attended Idaho State University and Boise State University. He was born of an immigrant father from Camborne, Cornwall, England and a mother who grew up in upstate New York. He and three generations of his family worked for the Bunker Hill Company in the Silver Valley of the Coeur d’ Alenes in North Idaho. He has worked as a teacher in public schools and a local community college, and as a bookseller. He lives in Southeastern Idaho and continues to write.