Three poems by Ted Kane

Hoofprints in the Glass

I had a dream that I was
Walking with the Devil
Along the shores of
The River Styx

As I looked behind me
There were two sets of footprints
My human ones and a set
from a pair of cloven hooves

As I watched them stretch back
over the course of my life
I saw the hoofprints form dance steps
at my greatest debauches

I noticed,too, that in my times of distress
There would be but one hoofprint; when
I asked Satan why, he said “That’s when
I was kicking your ass with the other foot”

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Haiku

Does a poem sent
to an empty forest get
a rejection note?

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The apple was great,
Eve, just not ‘getting kicked out
of paradise’ great

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