Monday, April 24, 2017

MY BEAUTIFUL KNOW-IT-ALL ~









Library In The Woods 






1000s  & 1000s  & 1000s  & 1000s of books

Neat in rows room to room, floor to floor



Sometimes the mice

Run over the tops









My Beautiful Know-It-All







Before the robins could tell me


My lover told me —


“The robins are back”








Surgery







I just moved a curled up


woolly caterpillar from this


year’s woodpile into next year’s







10 Days Worth Of Amox~Clav






My cat can’t figure out why I’ve been sick so long

I see it in his face, eyes blinking, pinkest nose



my friends don’t know what to say after awhile

they figure it’s better to just go quiet



and so I go quiet

next subject will be politics



my lover is most concerned but sees me coming

to make love and says with a grin, “you’re better”



my mother, who shouldn’t come into this poem after

I make love but there she is, asks, “so what’s the



matter?” like it’s my fault

and maybe it is





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Bob Arnold
BEAUTIFUL   DAYS
Longhouse









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