Monday, July 21, 2014

a plane flies by

she begins
each conversation by
saying
I'm retired now
and waits
for a reaction.
she smiles, holding
her black
and white dog
by the leash.
I don't miss it
one bit, she says.
staring upwards
as a plane
flies by.
well, some of it
I do.
some people, then
she begins to
cry.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

If you ever publish this poem, I get 20% of the net.