Day 2

[dr_con]

The man who wore coats and hats

Con/Jur/d, 4/2/2022

 

One could argue he wasn’t a man

rather a mechanical habit of urge

velocities powered -- restarted

when the old man whose face

I no longer remember, died -- 

 

whose lawn my father had dictated

be cut weekly during the 

Summer my ability to

replicate switched on

in order to flip from

responsibility to

responsible --

 

the same way his 

father had cranked him

and despite their generational

incompatibility he

knew no other way

to telegraph a message,

 

electrically transmitting, 

dots -- dashes

without translation, although

one could make out 

an S.O.S

 

by the coats 

and hats, I 

inherited since they 

fit the suddenly

grown frame of 

his lawn boy,

 

and he had no children

of his own.

[Tinker]

Ahhh, This has a sweetness to it that was unexpected.  Another poem that touched me.  So often when reading a poem, I wrangle with the complexity of words and get lost the intellectual exercise.  This one went straight to the heart.  

~~Judi