Late Summer ii
by Kristina Woodhill
that moment during fall's bounty
when I search out
lazy-eyed blood hound
sweet talk him with
chunks of raw steak
beg him to let me borrow
his generous, awesome nose
then wander out among
our Concord grape vines
and inhale like a fool-hardy balloon
Author's Note: Edit
Posted on 09/15/2018
Copyright © 2019 Kristina Woodhill
|Member Comments on this Poem|
|Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 09/17/18 at 05:25 PM|
Short but captivating in its rich imagery and humor...nice!
|Posted by Rob Littler on 09/23/18 at 10:18 AM|
...imbibed this tiddlywink thinking of cognac's grace at being born as if by breath, the blowing flowing becomes a push...and that for every push out there had to be a ballooning pull in.
my more culinary reaction is to put a dab of peanut butter on your upper lip, just below the nostrils...