i)
science simmers
reflected glow
red chemistry
on the cheeks
of campfire girls and boys
ii)
gunshot physics
slick sure shot
call it dead-eye - dead-aim
translates to
grilling bacon
partridge breasts
iii)
some days science is legend
that old Cooper hockey bag
clinking with 24 Blue
lowered into the deep river cold
later raised beside bonfire heat
Thanks to the Human Paradox for "the legend".
nice post Old Ollie!..
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Ollie, loved the Cooper bag filled with the 24-pack, destined for the campfire! Takes me back, waaaaaay back. This was good reading - peace, Amy
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"science simmers"... ooh yeah!
ReplyDeleteNice story, Old Ollie!
ReplyDeleteI wonder what poetic science I could unearth in my small town. Very well done. I like how you structured it, three sections/scenes/stories still connected by science and community.
ReplyDeleteOld Ollie,
ReplyDeleteI guess that it is a case of 'needs must.' Together with that old 'hunter- provider'belief!!!
Best wishes for Sunday,
Eileen
I like it!
ReplyDeleteawesome job.
ReplyDeletepoem on.
:)
Hey OO, I also like the 3 scene structure and how it all ties together.
ReplyDeleteThis is terrific! Wonderful mix of intellectual play and vivid scene-setting.
ReplyDeleteNice. A Kerouacian element mixed with whistle dog charm.
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