Her Email Says "How Are You?”
In my thirties I kept getting
things done, fixing the undone,
more than a little done in. I had
a drive to succeed, to please
others who shared that drive.
By forty I drove myself over
a mental cliff.
Now, in my late sixties, I don’t
recognize who I was then. I sit
ön the porch with my husband.
If we see a bluebird,
that’s quite a successful day.
I’m disturbed not by papers
that ache for attention but
by a truck’s thud breaking the calm.
That passes and a pink hollyhock
starts to puff open. The sky
is usually blue until clouds rush
above leafy trees.
- © Kenneth Pobo 2022
Kenneth Pobo (he/him) is the author of twenty-one chapbooks and nine full-length collections. Recent books include Bend of Quiet (Blue Light Press), Loplop in a Red City (Circling Rivers), and Lilac And Sawdust (Meadowlark Press). His work has appeared in Asheville Literary Review, Cordite, Brittle Star, Washington Square Review, Mudfish, Hawaii Review, and elsewhere.
1 comment:
Wonderful poem! Best way to calm my spirit.
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