Look, friend, we have collected poems, like half a pack of rats
who have dropped ideas, like bits of cheese
and crackers we shared in lava lamp’s glow
after meeting at WallMart, riding plastic ponies.
You, desert-tan from sun’s search for artifacts,
with chicken bones in your pockets and two coins.
I, wild red hair like Marie Laveau,
a voice like Eartha Kitt, and bag full of stones.
Phrases caught in the cracks of our teeth
and friendship finds a pick
to pry words right out of each other's mouths.
Oh, poet, what folly and fantasy finds us
over manholes in parking lots
and a day’s mirth over nothing of consequence?
Ah, I know, it’s been said before…
friendship hit our funny bone
and flipped us over in a frenzy
to find our danged glasses.
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You are too wonderful to record our fun and frolic in verse...so much is given when smile is passed over to spread my fase ever broader in delight gathering leaves to crackle...and as my friend Robert said....a crop is a crop...and who's to say where the harvest shall stop...thanks so much
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Ahhh, I love you guys...
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As long as there is one green thing to harvest...a whacking wheat I will be..to make good poems of your fine flour.
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"You, desert-tan from sun’s search for artifacts,
with chicken bones in your pockets and two coins.
I, wild red hair like Marie Laveau,
a voice like Eartha Kitt, and bag full of stones."
Very cool, Carol...I can just see you both haggling over the parking spaces, too. Rich will be most pleased, you know...Better watch your back, my Sister...I suspect he may be as onery as we are... Wanda
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We sprung-board off each other all day...loved it...
even if I had to shove him off the horse...twice...
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