photart: ralph murre
Sneaking
Up On You Bastard Poem You
by
James Botsford
I
came out to this old getaway
With
only in mind to write
There
were some maintenance repairs
Which
took awhile
But
a couple days later
I
was nearly caught up
Til
the storms hit
Requiring
some clean up
And
as it turned out
A
few more repairs
And
a couple days after that
And
numerous old movies and
What
bits of titillation I could find here for free
Which
was interrupted by a conference call
I
was under the weather
Cooking
down a chicken carcass for soup
Haven’t
made it past the mailbox
At
the end of the lane
And
after a fresh new heavy snow
Had
to plow the lane again
So
the recycling truck could get in
It’s
been more than a week now but I’m
Sneaking
up on you bastard poem you
~
previously published in Them Apples (Sandyhouse
Press)
