J

I always liked “J

“J” could be a fish hook
gleaming in that tackle box
ready equally
to grab a finger
or a delicious fish

There was the big “J”
of course
who could either
welcome you to heaven
and everything
rationed here in
war-torn Canada
or lay a guilt trip
that could make you
give up sin
forever
at least until the next time

Jazz
far off but sweet
Jam
sweet but rationed
July
sunburned but sweet
Jammies
soft and sweaty sometimes
John
my secret (middle) name
Jasper
mystical mountain retreat
Juniper
soft scented evergreen
Jupiter
mysterious planet
jacks
howmanycanyougrab
Justice
don’t want it
unless you want it

you get the idea . . . .

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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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