by Joan Dobbie, copyright 2008
standing beside an
old red pickup
scratching his
belly button
looks up to see
a (not really so
wise)
old woman
ride by
on her mud
yellow bicycle
flashing a smile
& waves to her
shyly
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Showing posts with label poem by Joan Dobbie. Show all posts
Thursday, May 15, 2008
Sunday, April 13, 2008
It Was The First Sunny Day
By Joan Dobbie, copyright 2008of the year, I was
lying on my back
on the picnic table
talking to Bea
on the phone.
Above me, the sky
was brilliant blue
the craggy old cherry tree
blossoming pink
& filling with birds
of all sizes & breeds.
Below me the lush green grass
I was much too lazy to mow, my
pillow a brick of cement.
We were talking
about men, sex and creativity
telling each other
how special we were
& why the hell didn’t they get it?
Note: the above right sculpture is
"Dragon" by Joan Dobbie, copyright 2008
-- photo by Victoria Ramsay
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