Adironackastrophe

Seems we are destined

for generations

of standing sentry

side by side, out of reach

oh, my love, how I pine

for your... pine

  (whine)

To fondle your worn slats

your rusted flat

head wood screws

  (whew)

To savor your varnish

oh, how I wish

your tarnished face

traced me, not the sun

  (I’d come undone)

Could be worse, we could

be gazing out

on a stout suburban lawn,

one-upped by a porch swing

But love, for you

  (only you)

I’ll bear anything

  (any weight)

For a chance to change our fate.

 

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.