Thursday, September 24, 2015

askew headgear

threadbare sailor's dixie cup
brim askew like Gilligan
or Robin

chapeau of the lifeguard prince
from summers at the pool

not unlike my Father's crown
from when his generation
saved the world

© 2015 Frederick Andrew ~ All Rights Reserved

Sunday, September 20, 2015


as summer fades
in dead of night
the barred owl calls
and calls again

though sustenance
I do not lack
the plaintive goes

stretched thin I sit
barely awake
the meaning stripped
from what I've done

things achieved have
lost their shine
and I've begun
to ache

who cooks for you
she asks once more
as understanding dawns
it's less about
who cooks for you

and more who
you've cooked for.

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Tuesday, September 15, 2015