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The End of the Road(show)

found pieces
salvaged
inherited
heirlooms
yard sales
waiting in
s
n
a
k
e
y
lines filled with folks
wearing comfy shoes
and colorful shirts
hoping they will
be sitting at the blue
table with grandmother’s
(fill in the blank) before the
Roadshow
ends

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Imagine That

This summer Robert Lee Brewer had introduced the poetic form Decina on his Poetic Asides blog.Then in Aug, he issued a challenge. This one got third place. Toot!

On summer days I climb a tree
I sit on branches high and wide
Pretend that I could take a ride
upon a ship that sails the sea
Or maybe I would like to be
An astronaut in outer space
Talk to a moon man face-to-face
And then my branch becomes a mare
Go galloping without a care
Til mother calls me to home base

┬ęCandace Kubinec