Yes Padre..I Understand

in Poetry

Sampling the sympathies
of three continents
I was no tourist
of self pity
It’s all local to me
and if I didn’t fit in
I folded
sharply creased
to take the edge off
and play the angles
while appearing to pout
about having to part
with a few Yankee dollars
for orphans here and

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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