Poet’s Corner: Three More Cinquains



A man

is a person

who invents the clock so

the bomb will know when it’s time to

go off.

Growing Old

The thing

to do is sneak

inside yourself and find

the one place left for being




life, that slow flame:

each of us turns and twists

in it. It takes a whole lifetime

to fry.

A retired anthropology professor turned landscaper, the quixotic George Mills (1919-2001) was a well-loved figure in the Vineyard poetry community. Until his death George and his wife Florrie shared a small home in Oak Bluffs where they hosted frequent gatherings of poets, musicians, activists, and other thinkers.