Has anyone missed poetry? I haven’t written any since September. Just found this one in my stash.
WHAT THE ANGELS LEFT
Not enough, I reckon
not enough to hang your hat on
where you could say, “You know Ralph? My guardian angel? He’s got my back.”
Them angels did leave a few ghost stories
and Michaelmas—a day that’s not so much about them as about
hunkerin’ down for winter
Put away your fishin’ pole
Annie, get your gun
Bring out the candles
Brew up the hard cider and throw in some ginger so you don’t catch cold
Settle your scores
Get those asters in the ground quick
What was ain’t no more and won’t be again.
Brace yourselves.
