Spring looks to be nearly over. The warm days are turning warmer and the cool nights at bit warm ....
work continues. lots of changes in the shipping dept. and more changes on the way. Oh joy. Also looks like overtime is coming my way in the near future. can't say i'm looking forward to any of it, really.
today's (this month's?) poem is another one from 11:97.
CHAIN-SAW DAVE
rumor has it, the new neighbor is a rubber tycoon,
as in retreads. i was surprised -
believing him a cement-man myself. not exactly
Midas, but everything he touch ...
his backyard a pad of expanding concrete,
except for the patch of grass
that next spring would become a swimming pool.
surely not a lover of trees.
i believed him a frustrated Paul Bunyan. the neighbors
call him Chain-Saw Dave. First week,
even before the furniture was in place, he cut down
the trees in his back-yard, covering
the roots with concrete. "damn them
falling leaves" he was reported to have laughed.
the poetry and rambling thoughts of a working class poet
