by Robert Lloyd Jaffe
The electric meters
have been pulled off the walls
and ivy is blocking the door
with the goodbye note
and thanks for letting us serve you.
Don't the townspeople
still have birthdays,
and weddings,
funerals and get well soon?
And what about the drugs?
Where do the people go
for sniffles,
and rashes,
constipation and cuts?
I would like to think
people have decided
not to have pain,
but walking home on Main
and noting the position
of the cars,
it looks like the town now gets its relief
in Bars.
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ABOUT THE POET ~
I am an observer and listener of the music of life. Where I find cadence, I find my interest and passion directed. It can be sound, light, smell, or purely an experience of thought. The sky, the sea, the mountains, and the machines that allow me to explore those places draw my attention, and give me serenity.
Last updated May 09, 2019