Neighborly
My neighbors have the touch
I don’t
College plate on the car
Bumper stickers back of the van:
Honor students ride here
Gymnast and ball player
Two girls I know
Boys, too
Existential crises don’t rate
Stickers (until maybe they do—
Do you brake for existential crises?)
My place rests in piles
They don’t match
Books have melding themes
No organic particles (the
food stays in the fridge)
But nothing else set right
Aesthetes inattentive
To theory or approach
To dissertation on the better handling
Of things
They do it with unconscious serenity
Of their own way, my
My friends who live original rites
Realized
Small-town perfection
East Main Street
C L Couch
July 23, 2017 at 3:32 am
Lovely poem Christopher. We all have our own ways of organizing or not. And some of us are less “public” or “showy” about our lives or what they are composed of. This isn’t something to be ashamed of, rather, in most cases, I think “To each his (her) own.”
Hope you are continuing to heal. I pray for you 🙂