Lookout

Sun slopes low through
Boston ivy leaves festooning
the window where I wait.
Traffic drones, chatty radio
sputters in the kitchen:
North Korea’s a-bomb is the
indignation of the nation.

The blue berries on the ivy,
relative of some grape
ready themselves to be winter
larder for shivering birds.

I bring new stories to the
paintings here, every day,
discovering who I am each time.
Table lamps deliver globes of
warmth and literacy
to their respective corners.

In summer I look out at
the river and far horizons;
the rest of the year,
horizons are pretty close by.
Winter’s weather wisdoms
are more reliant on
the gods of electricity.
The sun sinks lower every day:
respite is at hand.

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Poet, playwright, duplicate bridge player, website designer, cottager, husband, father, grandfather, former athlete, carpenter, computer helper for my friends, theatre designer, backstage polymath, retired teacher of highschool English, drama, art, a baritone singer in a barbershop quartet, who knows what else? wordcurrents is on Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/wordcurrents/ Doug also has a Facebook page, "Incognitio", related to his novels.
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