Wednesday poetry slam by that ever elusive Robert Denby
Hey everyone, LL here.
Well, I've been holding these in reserve for a few months. But these poems are from the first batch that our Robert Denby (Kris) sent me back in November, when we were all reeling from the Catastrophe. So, here they are. Enjoy!
***
7:30
Getting in
a good
match against
the YMCA
wall before
the other
pickleball
players
show
up
***
Fresh Scented
My
basket
snags
some
petals
from
the
landscaping
between
my
apartment
and
the
laundry
room
***
0%
A
cold
black
rectangle
making
my
hoodie
pocket
feel
less
alone
***
Drops of Doberman
He
hates
"Hey
Soul
Sister"
so
much
you'd
think
a
Train
ran
over
his
dog.
***
Level with You
No offense,
ma'am, but your
NOT ALL OF
IOWA
IS FLAT
t-shirt was
clearly meant for
someone else's
Great Plains.