Poetry

A Part of The Old Poet Lives In Me

Beyond reading Bukowski

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

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