Poetry

Stalk

Entropy is not the enemy
more a peripheral nimrod
of your entourage
apt to hang around
opening night
or maybe chat you
up on Saturday
after a matinee
and late to note a
typo on your
playbill

to which
you nod knowingly
and stand a drink
or two

Published by r.douglas

I’m spry yet retired. I reside in the inner city of a major metropolitan area of the United States. I read politics. I watch baseball. I hum along with the tune. I June swoon, and moon the bad poem. Post here, are old and new. Opinions are my very own, except when wrong.

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