a bird flies between two points

dog barking again
TV ain’t worth shit
beer hardly worth the trip
smokes stale or wet
crotch itchin’ like chiggers
probly goin’ to rain

Okay, I’m crazy. I like ironing:
that rich caramel smell,
rush of steam invading the cloth,
heat warming my fingers
as I fold and smooth,
the feeling that I’ve done something.

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About riverwriter

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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