on a monday morning

by John Knoepfle, former poet of
this column; 91 on Feb. 4

well dear heart
what to say this sunshine hour
it is a blue sky day
the threat of the storm is gone

you will be out awhile
as I struggle with these lines

what happened to ambition
the desire to put something
down on a page
something arresting
careful readers will cherish

I don’t know
how to say I love you
as if it was the first time
anyone had thought to say this

well I do you know
and have these sixty years

well now a dog is barking
and my train of thought
slips out of mind

I leave you these poor lines

come home soon
they will still be here
these husbandly ideas
waiting for you my dear

©2014 John Knoepfle

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