One for the road

Cherry

By Parson Thru

Wed, 16 Aug 2017
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5 comments
 

How’s it going, boys?
How’s oblivion?

Is it all they say it is?
Or just a long dark night?

 

Three empty garden seats crowd in

 

The wind speaks for them

 

I’ve trimmed the hedges
Mown the lawn

Tidied up the photographs and
cleared the drawers

Filled the house with stories
Had a laugh or two, remembering

 

The smell of watered grass hangs like
incense

 

A branch taps messages against the fence

 

You’ve each mown this lawn
Trimmed these hedges

Watched the same clouds drag
across a darkening sky

So how's it going?

Enjoy this smoke, boys
Drink with me tonight

We’ll see each other soon enough

Certificate U
Poem
Mortality Games
Miscellaneous

Comments

Submitted by Insertponceyfre... on

I like the idea of the branches tapping out messages.

One typo - it's drawers

 

Submitted by Parson Thru on

Eek! It is.

Thin end of the wedge, insert.

Thank you for the pick. Very grateful.

I actually enjoyed the rain last night. I opened the window in the night to listen and let the freshness in. MAD is still too hot for sleep, apparently.

Thank you.

Parson Thru

Submitted by Insertponceyfre... on

... glad someone's enjoying it!

 

Submitted by Ray Schaufeld on

Some good lines 'the watered grass smell likes incense' stands out. I like the big wide openness ...

Submitted by Parson Thru on

Thank you Elsie Katz!

Parson Thru