Friday, July 24, 2015

Weeds by Michael Estabrook

Everywhere they’ve lived
there’s been an old couple
next door or three houses down
puttering in their yard the woman
pulling weeds in her garden the man
mowing the lawn or emptying
his wife’s weed bucket for her
or the both of them relaxing
in lawn chairs sipping tea. Suddenly
he realizes as Jeannie next door
waves over at him that they
are that old couple now.

Michael Estabrook is a recently retired baby boomer child-of-the-sixties poet freed finally after working 40 years for “The Man” and sometimes “The Woman.” No more useless meetings under florescent lights in stuffy windowless rooms. Now he’s able to devote serious time to making better poems when he’s not, of course, trying to satisfy his wife’s legendary Honey-Do List.

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