nicotine stains on the rain-grayed barn-boards
condom hidden behind a loose plank
pranks of growing, we often chuckled
kids will be kids: and we gave them a spank
then they grew up
and they watched their children
organized everything
sponsored by banks
safety was uppermost
for their children
nowhere the discipline
everywhere tranqs
where is this going?
no one’s decided
nothing is written
future’s a blank
if I had my way
it would be settled
behind the barn
for that I’d give thanks
[I haven’t made this comment after a poem before: but this is still in flux, as you can tell by the ending.]
