A new-to-me poem that I’ve added to my favorite poems list – and wishing so much I could share it with my Dad, who would have loved it too! Enjoy!
Roy, the guy who mows my lawn on Wednesdays,
Comes around on Thursday, and tells me,
He’s come by to trim the date palms in the back yard,
I’m sitting by the pool writing a book about bicycles.
I tell him to be careful because dangerous things,
Lurk in date palms, but Roy is unafraid.
“Spindle a…bolts to sprocket lifter b…”
I tap it out on the laptop and I wonder if it’s right.
Roy comes around later and asks if I have cigarettes,
I tell him that I quit ten years back,
Then he asks if I have beer and I direct him,
To the fridge on the porch, and tell him to bring me one too.
Antioch, the yellow tabby who sleeps under my sling chair,
Senses confrontation and heads for cover.
Kerouac died drinking a Falstaff he says to me,
Then he asks: Did you know that?…
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