Sanctuary

December 28, 2010

Some man went on  at great length,

Some width, too, and not slim.

He said how a man needs a shed

Where no one would talk at him.

He said he’d be free

To refresh his sanity.

“..A cigar, I think, & maybe a drink..”

To sit on his rear, and peer off the porch,

To stall, & stare off onto all

His reality,

Without the profanity.

This man insisted

“We must be persistent,

We need to feed ourselves first,

Before we can feed others.”

I had to add,  “In airplanes,

When airmasks fall,  it’s all

About survival.”

He shot me a look he meant,

Then took off again about his dad who

Took refuge in his basement.

Now, my old man,

Found his own peace

Down in that dark place, too.

Forever and ever, amen.

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One Response to “Sanctuary”

  1. “He shot me a look he meant”
    this is great

    “my old man,

    Found his own peace

    Down in that dark place, too.”
    and this is amazing.

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