Seems we are destinedfor generationsof standing sentryside by side, out of reachoh, my love, how I pinefor your... pine(whine)To fondle your worn slatsyour rusted flathead wood screws(whew)To savor your varnishoh, how I wishyour tarnished facetraced me, not the sun(I’d come undone)Could be worse, we couldbe gazing outon a stout suburban lawn,one-upped by a porch swingBut love, for you(only you)I’ll bear anything(any weight)For a chance to change our fate.
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photo by Margaret Bednar |
Kerry asked the Real Toads to write a poem that is a love letter between two inanimate objects. I had been trying to figure out how to reflect on the "dog days of summer" scene in Margaret's wonderful photo, so two birds, one stone.