Greye (left) and Boots, co-owners of Couchwood, PL
MYSTERY
On some
days, poems just
bubble up. Today, 4
flowed through my pencil before eight
a. m.
[PL, 6.28.'13, actual]
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T. S. DON- a found poem
Who'd have
ever thought a
tropical storm would be
a looked-forward-to event for
farmers?
[PL, 6.22. '12, AD-G, K. Heard/ R. Johnson]
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TO PUNJAB POLICE - a found poem
Edict:
Shrink your waistlines
to 38 inches
or below. Otherwise, you're off
the street.
[PL, 6. 19. '12, News]
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THE NEIGHBORHOOD
Oh, my!
The neighborhood's
gone down--dogs on two sides!
But, wait! There's a butterfly ... and
birdsong.
[PL, 6.19. '12, actual]
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I'M NOT MOVING
Gray cat
Boots merely lies
on the cool concrete porch,
yet the wrens seem agitated.
Too bad.
[PL, 6. 19. '12, actual]
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Concerning, I'm not moving. I read it as "Gray Cat (stop) Boots merely sit (stop) on the cool concrete porch...
ReplyDeleteWhen I connected the "Boots" in the poem with Boots the cat. I was pleasantly surprised and laughed.