outside
first smoke of the day
on the steps
boxer shorts, unzipped hoody
roam over to pet the dog
chained and wagging in his
homemade house
workboots flopping
unlaced and muddy
neighbour drifts by slow
on the county road
waves
salute back with
a cigarette hand
unseamly behaviour down
in the burbs
They leave you to your own devices in the country. I like that. I like cold 50's and Jets hats. Swisher sweets as the sun goes down, listening to gumboot clogeroo.
ReplyDeleteHP
You paint the scene so clearly. I love your poems, Ollie.
ReplyDeleteI feel like one of the neighbors catching a glimpse I might not should have... but I enjoyed it!
ReplyDeleteReal people. Real stories here at 8. Olsonomics.
ReplyDeleteBoy Ollie, you certainly can paint a picture with clarity. Love it.
ReplyDeletePamela
You're skill at creating an image with such economy of words is enviable! Nice work.
ReplyDeleteI love your careful and concise observations. Very effective.
ReplyDeleteamazing word panting.
ReplyDeleteenjoy a proud Sunday.
Beautifully crafted, a picture painted with words to me. =)
ReplyDeleteCheers. ;)
your images are always superb and take you right to the moment and the burbs...bkm
ReplyDeleteI could imagine like a country scene....vivid poem
ReplyDeleteA very vivid image indeed!
ReplyDeleteFree flow nice rhyme
ReplyDeleteooooooooh you have captured my most favorite moment! that first perfect smoke AND while wearing work boots (HOTTT). no need to contain this to the country, eh?
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