DECK POEM 11.17.20

Posted on November 18, 2020 by | 5 Comments 
Who needed drugs and alcohol
when you were a kid
shaping thunderheads
 
into dragons and the like—
who needed any more
than what the sky provided?
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5 responses to “DECK POEM 11.17.20”

  1. sustainabilitea | November 18, 2020 at 11:20 am | Reply

    Excellent point. I remember having lots of fun doing exactly that…and I still do sometimes, although in Arizona there aren’t usually many clouds. 🙂

    janet

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  2. Shirley Kirkpatrick | November 18, 2020 at 11:46 am | Reply

    That’s a pig lying on its back on a magic carpet cloud carrying it high above the calamitous earth below.

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  3. jeg | November 19, 2020 at 6:43 am | Reply

    With pig feet lurching with glee Shirley.

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