I've been lazy, yes, I admit it. Haven't posted much poetry lately. Oh, I could come up with some excuse that you might buy, but I'd rather not. Here's something cooked up for Christmas. Sorry, no art work with this one . . . Not yet, at least:
Christmas Time in Oklahoma
is black ice roads and a stiff wind
that makes the neighbor’s cat
curl up alongside the engine block
of my sister’s beat-up old Chevy.
need to get to work early in the morning
of making even the most dreadful day,
a day filled with cat funerals
and weeping child mourners
seem somehow cheery.
rrw 12-12-14
Christmas Time in Oklahoma
My
sister loves the snow.
Disappointed
she is
when Christmas rolls around
and
all we get in Oklahomawhen Christmas rolls around
is black ice roads and a stiff wind
that makes the neighbor’s cat
curl up alongside the engine block
of my sister’s beat-up old Chevy.
Two
cats have passed on this year
due
to frigid weather and my sister’s need to get to work early in the morning
But
the snow my sister loves
at
Christmas time. It has a wayof making even the most dreadful day,
a day filled with cat funerals
and weeping child mourners
seem somehow cheery.
rrw 12-12-14
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