He comes the other way, a belly of puffing in his mouth. A child’s floral sun hat rests on his bald head and he carries an oven rack that swings with his stride. My mind dandles oddities knowing he’s done my work for me.
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So vivid. So Wormesque! Who was carrying the oven rack, just so I can bring the image full-circle.
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The man was. Sounds like that needs clarifying
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No, I understood that it’s a man. I was just wondering what generous man did one of my most hated jobs in the kitchen.
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Oh! That’s the part that’s missing from my 44 words Thia was on a fire trail, a walking trail. The odd part was that he was carrying it at all.
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Bringing home the bbq piece by piece?
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Maybe… wearing his granddaughter’s hat…
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One beer too many.
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Jo, I love your take on this. Just like photographers have an eye, the fashionista knows how to accessorize, so too the poet “dandles oddities.” What a perfect term.
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Thank you. 🙂 a lovely comment
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You’re welcome 🙂
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Sometimes we meet them… the people that are poems walking around, waiting to be written
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So true. I met another the next day.
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