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Mr. Dunlap

He was a walking story book
with a rough, flannel cover
that held an old, musty scent
and mothballs

his eyes sank deeply
within my heart
glistening with adoration 

we walked with his words
as they hopped on dandelions 
landing into my soul 

we'd sit on logs
inhaling light springs
and heavy summers

 

Our shadows inseparable

floating side by side

 

                           even though

                                      we were 60 years apart

 




 

Author notes

Dedicated to Mr. Dunlap; an old neighbor of mine that use to wait for me as I got of the bus from school, just to tell me stories. I learned a lot from him, though he passed away 8 years ago right after I moved away...I didn't get to say goodbye.

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  • Faithbound gold member
    June 6
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    This is beautiful.


  • sheltered
    June 6
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    Excellent imagery. Impressive.


  • ardentMarch gold member
    June 5

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    Cathryn - this is so beautiful

    "we sat on logs
    inhaling light springs
    and heavy summers"

    I love that, but every stanza is very creative and excellent...as well as the ending...I enjoyed this poem, thank you