photo of a street in West Point, Indiana (public domain)
Today, the garden plants need plucking
So as to preclude the cold
— And surely yesterday was summer?
Today, the squalling squirrels are tucking
Victuals underground, like gold
— And haven’t you been feeling glummer
Over these last few blowsy, brusque,
And boding days, when tea is dusk?
K.J. Salzmann is a writer, editor, and actor from New York. His poetry has been previously published by the Walt Whitman Birthplace Association.
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Thank you, Russel, my consistently concise friend.
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Roy, again you have aptly captured one of life’s great truths. Thanks for the nice morning read.
I love your reference to the Louisa May Alcott quote!
I appreciate your comment, Sephen.
