Alright, now.
the knives are hung,
edges pointing east.
silver in slots, just so.
pick up cat kibble,
back in the bowl,
not wasting.
park to one side
in the six car driveway
just in case
(you never know)
those small sheets of paper towel
you can tear them in half again
did you know?
don’t turn the heat on yet
(it’s too early)
doors locked
lights low
we’ll be alright.
yes, alright now.
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Lee Dunn has been writing since the age of 18, but found that work got in the way for the ensuing 48 years. In his home town of Toronto, Ontario, Canada, he reveled in his independence at an early age, and spent as much time as he could exploring the city’s Arts scene. He was introduced to poetry and prose by the works of two literary giants, namely J.R.R. Tolkien and J.W. Lennon and thence fell in love with the written word. His work includes poetry, short fiction, and personal essays, and ranges in theme from the surreal to the horrific, nostalgic, and themes on the human condition. He has been published on Spillwords.com, The Dark Poets Club, Journal of Undiscovered Poets, Crepe & Penn Literary magazine, and the Shelburne Free Press.
Sometimes having things in order helps in a world that often seems out of order and our of control….but, yes we’ll be all right….somehow
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