by Joan Dobbie, copyright 2008
standing beside an
old red pickup
scratching his
belly button
looks up to see
a (not really so
wise)
old woman
ride by
on her mud
yellow bicycle
flashing a smile
& waves to her
shyly
by Joan Dobbie, copyright 2008
standing beside an
old red pickup
scratching his
belly button
looks up to see
a (not really so
wise)
old woman
ride by
on her mud
yellow bicycle
flashing a smile
& waves to her
shyly
Posted in poem by Joan Dobbie
By Joan Dobbie, copyright 2008
of the year, I was
lying on my back
on the picnic table
talking to Bea
on the phone.
Above me, the sky
was brilliant blue
the craggy old cherry tree
blossoming pink
& filling with birds
of all sizes & breeds.
Below me the lush green grass
I was much too lazy to mow, my
pillow a brick of cement.
We were talking
about men, sex and creativity
telling each other
how special we were
& why the hell didn’t they get it?
Note: the above right sculpture is
"Dragon" by Joan Dobbie, copyright 2008
-- photo by Victoria Ramsay
Posted in poem by Joan Dobbie