I like Bukowski
he loved cats
and trusted them
to be cats
He loved women too
and trusted them
to not care
Maybe I like that old poet
because I am feeling old
and tired
but ever hopeful
a little depressive
a little stoic
mad poets run together
howling in the woods
persuing the illusive
sense of beauty
and belonging
we can only
walk away
with a bit of
fur or feathers
in our lips
-
Copyright ~
Dana Sanford
2020
