He's in his Wellingtons again
The ones with cut out handles Digging into the earth Avoiding the gas line Talking to himself of "crunches" and "Crashes" between Tonka trucks Flying through the air in his grungy hands Soil caked under the fingernails And dried into every pore or crevice "Smash!" he grunts, then sweeps the clods out between his legs For a dusty bum will arise And diggers dig-dig-dig before a "super-crash super-smash" Tsshh! pkow! Smash Smash smash smash Crouched in those Wellies I need a bath just watching him © Doniell Cushman. All Rights Reserved. This poem or any portion thereof may not be reproduced or used in any manner whatsoever without the express written permission of the author except for the use of brief quotations in a review.
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Husband raked the backyard
We created deep set tracks in mud Dog ran through it like it was bat day at Shea Stadium Tore up newly growing grass, Rolled around, boss of the yard Then smiled while leaving pieces of a torn up tennis ball n every cranny of the "lawn" © Doniell Cushman. All Rights Reserved. This poem or any portion thereof may not be reproduced or used in any manner whatsoever without the express written permission of the author except for the use of brief quotations in a review. It's rarely this warm in March
So I came outside to sit Threw on my new Baja hoodie And listened to the breeze The birds returning to nest And my six-year-old screaming that he can't start swinging © Doniell Cushman. All Rights Reserved. This poem or any portion thereof may not be reproduced or used in any manner whatsoever without the express written permission of the author except for the use of brief quotations in a review. I didn't intend to leave a blank
page, yet, here we are. And whilst we wait, here's some obnoxious elevator tunes to bob your head to Scales © Doniell Cushman. All Rights Reserved. This poem or any portion thereof may not be reproduced or used in any manner whatsoever without the express written permission of the author except for the use of brief quotations in a review. (Barking in the distance)
Four Ponderosa Pines Seven power lines I sneezed twice because Dogwoods And I want to replace the worthless fence, I once got an estimate But we bought a camper instead My neighbor has two ponderosa pines in their backyard And they replaced their deck last year Then we replaced our car Whom I'll miss when it sells But now I have satellite And a backup cam And no longer will I fear the driveway Which also needs renewal And stump removal My lilac is growing buds for leaves But the tree behind our garage is dead (barking in the distance) © Doniell Cushman. All Rights Reserved. This poem or any portion thereof may not be reproduced or used in any manner whatsoever without the express written permission of the author except for the use of brief quotations in a review. |
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