HOME AFTER BEING GONE
Head full of the world
I can't hardly shuck peanuts
without taking off for the sidelines.
Children playing organized games
as somber old men. Walking
the garden my roses
cross branches as I approach.
How can I brew tea
in a state like this?
When my grandson's team
was being ten-runned
under high desert sun
the woman yelling
for more score
walking her great dog
back and forth in front of me,
dog pulling on its chain
trying for shade
under my broken chair.
It wasn't the dog then.
The dog's not running
through my roses.
Jim Bodeen
30 May 2018
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