A Poem About Knowing
Didi and I know each other through
an old soy bean field out past
the oak trees.
Maybe just past the old Johnson farm.
Where the road forks.
But that was a long time ago.
The moon has now run,
a shared vision
as water meets the coast.
an old soy bean field out past
the oak trees.
Maybe just past the old Johnson farm.
Where the road forks.
But that was a long time ago.
The moon has now run,
a shared vision
as water meets the coast.
posted by Neil Kelly at 9:41 PM
6 Comments:
Is this really you? It doesn't seem like you. I like it, though. Maybe it is a new you. Were you wearing a mask when you wrote it? Or maybe some different shoes?
I wrote this one naked.
I thought so, but I didn't want to say anything...
and lathered in bacon grease with parsley sprinkles.
Sounds like a heart attack waiting to happen. A woman would use olive oil.
I use olive oil to cook with not waste on literature.
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