An inch worm
rides on the ear
of a calico cat.
A hammer
beats staccato
on the roof next door.
A can for Ore-ida potato chips
worn as a helmet on a child’s head
passes by on the sidewalk.
An old Retriever
wags hello
asking permission to be young again.
Marjorie lives in Maine.
I feel the same way sitting here now, in this yard at Cape Cod. But it’s me asking to be young watching the young bikers pedal by in their multicolored bright jerseys.
Nice poetry! Can feel it!
The juxtaposition of everyday images with the irony of the poetic insight in the last stanza gives this poem a pleasant synergy while imparting a reassuring sense of varied similitude.
Great work, Marjorie!