Poetry


“Hello Bob!

Man of the garage!

I appreciate the kind ear.

Really don’t mind me,

I’m just resting over here.

I KNOW

Talking to a punching bag

But really Bob

You’re there,

I’m here.

Why? Do you ask?

My brain needs the silence

Solace Bob.

Where no one has to ask.

I’m sorry to have to leave you

Gotta make a quick dash. 

The sun is setting of a bright orange fire

That will soon turn to ash.”


*photographs by taken by me of the firey setting sun and of punching bag Bob! Is his name really Bob? I don’t know but that’s what my husband calls him. 

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