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
