Tuesday, November 24, 2015

NATURE


I'm a loner
by nature,
no matter
how much
I secretly
(I think)
crave
company.

I've been asked
what I'm doing
Thanksgiving?
To each
I've replied:
I'm busy.
I'm not
busy.
I'm busy
trying
to be busy:
take myself
to a movie;
cook lamb stew;
stay alive
for a bit longer.
How I do that
is how I've done it
for sixty eight years:
bob & weave, avoid
being hit
too hard,
& playing
with my typer's keys.

So far
so good.

Norman Savage
Greenwich Village, 2015
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3 comments:

  1. Puma PerlNovember 25, 2015 at 9:53 AM

    I believe I met you (again) at a holiday dinner at your brother's house. I think it was Thanksgiving, in fact. My friend Mary was with me and we drove you home.

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  2. Puma PerlNovember 25, 2015 at 9:53 AM

    Oh, and I like the poem!

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  3. SavageNovember 25, 2015 at 5:45 PM

    How the Hell ya been?

    And thanks.

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