The Paprika of Good Feeling
A childhood memory
In the August company of late rain
my father leads me to shopping
for the luncheon meat, and not even
the first blood seen can ruin
the blessed mood. The butcher
both talebearing and temperate nods
to every ‘these days’ and sighs to fill
the space between the cleaver’s rise and fall.
In the puddle the cardinal petals,
paprika added to the street, dogs, people, all,
marinate the bearings of the good feeling.
Authored ‘The Circus Came To My Island’, ‘A Place For Your Ghost Animals, Understanding The Neighborhood’, ‘Scratches Within’, ‘Kleptomaniac’s Book of Unoriginal Poems’, ‘Eternity Restoration Project- Selected and New Poems’ and now ‘Herding My Thoughts To The Slaughterhouse-A Prequel’ (Alien Buddha Press)
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