For NaPoWriMo, Poetic Asides http://blog.writersdigest.com/poeticasides/ wanted a brief postcard poem communicating what it is like where you are and to make it personal. So much of what I’ve written lately has been rather dark, it’s time to lighten things up.
POSTCARD TO MY BROTHER
by Mike Patrick
It’s hot today, the dogs won’t leave the shade.
Lawn needs mowing, mower’s broke, won’t cut a single blade.
The wife’s gone to visit the air conditioning at her mother’s place.
Cussed me out before she left, said the farm is a disgrace.
Oops, got to go. Things are starting to look up.
The widow next door brought coffee—thought we might . . . share a cup.