Living in the middle of nowhere
one has more cows than people
for neighbors
A church, a bar
and a few scattered houses –
in Wisconsin that’s all you need
to make a town
That, and the folks that fill them.
Though, they fill the bar more than the church,
if truth be told
Image from wikipedia.com
Poppies
ironic emblem
for Memorial Day
opium
for a nation’s conscience
Forget:
sand, boredom,
taste of blood, beer
smell of tobacco
burning flesh
sound of laughter
screams, explosions, curses
Remember: honor, bravery, sacrifice
Young soldiers
with ghosts behind their eyes
so much to remember
so much to forget
A day late, but with heartfelt thanks for a sacrifice I can’t even imagine.
My little dog Otis leads the way.
“Time is the school in which we learn.” -Joan Didion
The waiting room attendant
is bright, chipper
relentless as an alarm clock.
The room itself
is filled
with soft muzak
and soap opera dialog
competing to be white noise
but at least they cover
the florescent hum.
I sip elderly, burnt coffee
without really tasting it
as I recite
silent prayers and promises
to learn the lessons of patience.
This is linked to dVerse Poets Pub open link night.
