Greg Moglia

Greg Moglia is a veteran of 27 years as Professor of Philosophy of Education at N.Y.U  His book of poetry Lost But Making Good Time is just out from Finishing Line Press. His poems have been accepted in over 300 journals in 8 countries.

Comment on The Gloves: life is full of moments when doubt drives the situation – sometimes into a stasis. Through poetry the intent was to have doubt come alive.


Greg Moglia


The Gloves


The wintry day says gloves

Walk in the cold rain and it says gloves

Stop for lunch at the Tex Mex and it says

Gloves on the table to pencil my menu selection

The newspaper to read and it says to my spot by the window

The chicken, beans and rice plate and it says life is good


Time to go and where are my gloves?

On the table, in my briefcase, in my jacket and nothing

I look up and at the door a man in a sweatshirt holds gloves

Out the door he goes and doesn’t put them on

I see him walk down the block

They could be my gloves


I think I’m an old fool these days

I can’t chase him down the block

Maybe the gloves in a place I missed

Might even have left them home

No, he walks out with the gloves that say

Look here, left alone on the table


Left alone and it’s not a steal

He couldn’t just call out – anyone here lose these

Yet I want some sort of answer

Someone at fault…

Someone at kindness


The man not quite a thief

Me not quite a victim