We have found some odd items on our morning walks
some things that surprise, that shock and awe…
We’ve found money.
We once found a man sleeping on the street.
Hey, one morning…I found a bra!
But a funny thing happened yesterday morning
as we were out enjoying the flora and fauna…
there on the sidewalk…directly in front of us
a small packet…of…marijuana.
Deborah posted our find on her Facebook account
‘this will be funny’…at that time we thought
and it was…but it was also amazing
to see all the responses she got.
Now I’ve been writing a poem every day
I’ve been doing this for a few years…
It is my hope that my words will bring laughter to some
and on occasion, perhaps, bring them tears…
But no matter how elegant my phrasing
it is with great sadness I must concede
There has never been more interest in any of my poems
than there was in that packet of weed.
We heard from many of our friends…
every one had a fun thought to add…
Why we even heard suggestions and comments
from friends we didn’t know that we had.
Personally I am over my inferiority complex
I have worked through my suffering and pain…
I understand people are less interested in poetry…
and more interested in Mary Jane.
In fact at this moment I’m feeling quite euphoric
I don’t care that my poetry world’s out of whack…
I feel only peace, love and understanding…
and boy…could I go for a snack!
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