Saturday, October 4, 2025

Tools

we’ve all been goat-shrubbed

bearded with salt, brothers in gray

eventually the night will be enough 

to delight our empty bowls

after all, what’s left

for four common subjects 

who will one by one step off

this green pedestal

from which we peered

into each other’s years

dad’s yard fading to beige

what did those tools do anyway

who will hide his keys

the snub-nosed .38, now

who was whose keeper

Friday Writing: Poets and Storytellers United

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