DISQUALIFIED

 

I am lost to the race, off course

to pause among the tree frogs

headed home to flower pots

 

after a night on the window glass

below the porch light

ambushing moths.  Or the quail

 

bailing from the grapefruit tree

at first light to awakening titters

before scanning for hawks.

 

There is no itch for riches

or the prizes advertised

at the Finish Line.

 

 

7 responses to “DISQUALIFIED

  1. This is wonderful!!!

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  2. Poignant and spoken so perfectly by a man with absorbing, quiet, forever- giving values.

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  3. I prefer to think of you as an Olympian Emeritus!

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    • Now Sharon, what the hell does that mean? I’m sippin’ a G & T, not nectar and ambrosia. There’s a Robert Hass poem out there, (I love it but forget the title) where the gods are envious of mortals.

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  4. good to see everyone enjoying this one………incuding the author.

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