Black Sweater
by John Riley
It's colder than hell out there.
If I decide to climb
the old oak
I better wear
my new black sweater.
You can see me there!
Big pillowy head held steady—
arms stretching up—
legs too short to climb
onto the next limb.
The children agree
my mind is finally gone.
Why, the wife pleads,
can she never have a moment's peace?
Beneath my feet the limb creaks.
I could stay up here all day.
If I decide to climb
the old oak
I better wear
my new black sweater.
You can see me there!
Big pillowy head held steady—
arms stretching up—
legs too short to climb
onto the next limb.
The children agree
my mind is finally gone.
Why, the wife pleads,
can she never have a moment's peace?
Beneath my feet the limb creaks.
I could stay up here all day.
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Published at Connotation Press. Thanks Mia.
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Perfect.*
The last stanza. **
A fine, scary thing.
Go for it! *
Hypnotic rhythm.Tempted to stay here all day, and read again and again.. *
I'm up there with you.
Thanks guys for reading. Thrilled you enjoyed it.
"Why, the wife pleads,
can she never have a moment's peace?"
Good poem, John!
Whimsical, lovely.*
*
Sometimes a man's just got to climb.*
*, John. You have me up there with you. Nice work.
I'm up there too. Good thing it's an oak.
Thanks, guys
*****
I love it when a special event requires new clothing.
Thanks, guys
Nice
Thanks, Beate
Love all of it. Favorite part: The children agree".
Yeah.