I wouldn't want my husband
to be such a soft man.
sitting on the porch
sipping iced tea,
watching his wife
push the mower.
Even the grandmother
is attacking the trees
with her clippers,
Remembering her dead husband,
and how he looked,
sitting on the porch,
sipping his iced tea.
LOTS OF LINKS TO MORE POETRY
Beginning Index
Hill Farm
Woman in the Red Hat
What if we had Been Lovers?
My New Bed
A Personal Song
Pinching Back
Index: Poems Currently In Process
