Yes, Been a while, I know. And a name change. Yes, no longer Robert R. Woods. Woodie is my new nom de plume! I always wanted to use that phrase in a sentence. Anyway, new poems, older poems . . . it's all here and I hope I keep it going. Thanks for reading me, friends. {smiles}
Weather
Depression
I was
thinking about the weather
and
noticed a depression mustering
around
the polar regions of my heart.
Yes,
you were there, again, uprooting
the
trees then flinging them against
the
neighbor's new truck. He
was
shocked to see the devastation
but was
more worried about me
standing
there barefoot in
a
puddle of bloody, muddy water.
“You .
. . all right?” He asked as we
surveyed
the damage you had caused.
“I
think so...” I had a tough time
looking
him in the eye. I’m sure
he never expected that a girl
he never expected that a girl
your
size could wreak such havoc.
Over
the years I’ve learned to accept
the
inclement weather that
accompanies
your presence,
your
raining down on my shelter-less
dreams as
just a given like snow in
the
winter, dead leaves in autumn.
I’ve
learned to accept the chance
that
you might return and blast
the
world away with the same
suddenness
you left with. They
should
name a hurricane after you.
Woodie
1o-24-12(rewrites
o1-21-18)
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