Saturday, June 1, 2013


VI. (continued)

June 1, early evening

honeysuckle who
would believe it

without fail this spider
a wall on which it spins

mother on the motor scooter
the boy aboard behind her

catch this breeze
sweetheart blow a kiss

whose tree was it really
and why not fight for it

I've stopped signing in
no one asks me any more

when we made a rhubarb pie
you blinked opted out

retired tablet you
can retrieve it

a full glass of cola
a return to old sins

the dream of the garbage looter
returns again to remind us

with a sneeze
who would advise this

no one true ideally
but that's just habit

start assigning kin
or barring them at the door

when you eat those carbs die
with your sweetly bloated pout

©Donald Brown 2010/2013

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