Category: Poetry

We were on our morning walk Just us two, ole Bea and me. I told ole Bea, “You’re getting old.” For we had both turned fifty-three. Then we saw him stuck fast there In hot asphalt, a little toad. I pried him loose most carefully And took him well out of the road. And then, […]

I signed up for a memory course Because my memory’s rotten. They said I’d taken it last year. I guess I’d just forgotten. ** I think I wrote this poem before Or is it déjà vu? Just tell me if you’ve read it Or did you forget it too?

I have a good partner That’s close as a brother. At somebody’s first glance We look like each other. He has all the talent, Smartest one of us two, He mostly leads the way In the things that we do. Though I’ll take the lead When we have a fistfight, He is the only one […]

I have three sisters and a brother, Of whom I am the smaller. Do you think, that all this stretching, just might make me taller?

It wasn’t even a one-horse town, This place they called New Scenery. It had a pharmacy, a dry goods store, A barbershop and a beanery. They all belonged to old Doc Laughlin, Located in his front room. He’d keep your horse in a stall out back And for a quarter, would give it a groom. […]