afternoon ponderings on my dream of sitting on a porch and smoking a pipe in my old age alongside a well behaved bloodhound asleep and listening to the blues which only one of us appreciates but niether is quite sure whom

poetry

and all of these things in a bucket
to wrap and pull and laugh so full
pouring out languished thoughts

on fairytales and old car lots with
never painted old white doors greyer
than the wooden floors we sell

to folks who need them not and then
sit and laugh and watch them rot as
worm and moth destroy the dreams

the children hope they will employ
to tender moments in times to come
and slender frames to roll into a couplet

3 thoughts on “afternoon ponderings on my dream of sitting on a porch and smoking a pipe in my old age alongside a well behaved bloodhound asleep and listening to the blues which only one of us appreciates but niether is quite sure whom”

  1. Bryan Borland's avatar

    This piece has a great rhythm and very vivid images. I love that last line, “and slender frame to roll into a couplet.”

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