We should
sit like a cat
and wait for the door
to open.
—”Braided Creek: A Conversation in Poetry,” by Ted Kooser and Jim Harrison
Cat, sitting
We should
sit like a cat
and wait for the door
to open.
—”Braided Creek: A Conversation in Poetry,” by Ted Kooser and Jim Harrison
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The soft and supple will prevail.
She does this all the time. Like Bodhidharma facing the cave wall for nine years.
I could sit and stare at most every Wyeth as well.
For some reason we have two copies of that print. One in the master bedroom, and another in the guest bedroom. Ol’ Andy got his money out of us, that’s for sure.
My mom was a bit of a JFK nut, not because of his politics or the whole Camelot thing, but because her high school band march in his inauguration. So when LTC Dad was assigned to Aberdeen Proving Grounds, we spent a good hunk of time at the Brandywine museum , which was at the time basically an NC/Andrew/Jamie collection. That was some family.
dog sighs
curled up on a mattress
wondering when
it will be time to eat
Age
Hair is gray and thin
Wrinkled hands have touched much
What have they witnessed
I feast on the wall
Yet my stomach growls
Where the food at, bitch?
Old fart
trying to write poems
struggling with ideas
we get this
burma shave