Saturday, November 9, 2013

Rocker

I love to watch a rocking chair being used.  I hope this poem shows that this statement is true.


     Never
              fully asleep,
     yet
              only marginally
     awake,
               the old
     man
                rocked his
     wooden
                rocking chair
      causing
                squeaks of
       many
                 mice that
       his
                 old cat
       long
                 ago had
       learned
                 didn't exist.

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