Open Poetry #29 |
Old Man's Supper |
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since 2001-01-03
Posts 2597 |
Old Man’s Supper Two chops fried and boiled potatoes the kettle stained and dented the iron skillet inky black and barely visible store-bought white bread now that she’s gone and the potato water’s going to waste his smelly spaniel, Laddie ratty with ticks and cockleburs waits patiently for his share between the days repeated and the nights alone Tom at least enjoys at home an old man’s supper © 103003 |
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Martie
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since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California |
Krawdad...Poignant and real! |
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Sunshine
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since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
I know the reference to potatoe water... and bread. Well done, Krawdad... it brought back much to mind. Thank you. |
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