Rick Rohdenburg

Note to Plato
 
You say I have learned nothing.
 
But here is a stone
in the shape of an idea.
Here is another.



Desire
 
Your body is a field of wheat.
Your body is the yielding shore.
 
Moonrise.
Night like the fall
of fine dark hair.


 
Scrap from the Beach
 
… and then the moon,
on the bright thin legs of a shorebird,
wading the depths of the sea.



Rick Rohdenburg has published in numerous print and digital journals, including the Chestnut Review, Laurel Review, and Raleigh Review. He was nominated for a Pushcart Prize in 2021. Now retired, he lives in Atlanta, Georgia.