Artwork by Michael DiMilo
By Bill Stokes
Kickass, the doorstop dog, reports that the keeper, having napped through the poetry month of April, including April Fools Day, and Arbor Day, offers the following in a flailing attempt to catch up:
TIME
The great fanged predator lurks everywhere:
In the parking basement it crouches in the shadows
Along the walk from elevator to vehicle.
It didn’t pounce today.
Hooray! Hooray!
It slinks and sneaks through good and bad,
A game of grand indifference to be had,
It leaves a wake of joy and sad,
As one-way as gravity’s grab.
“Listen up, Time, you insatiable devourer of all,
You juggler of every cell in the universe:
Take it slow with us, we’re not ready to go,
But here’s a thing we’d like you to know:
As you work on your big rearrangement log
Please plan it so we come back as a dog.”
Phot
Brilliant as a message about getting old, becoming comfortable with the idea and accepting the stroke of midnight on the old grandfather’s clock without grudge. A whisper under the covers as we hold are wives. So an Irish Setter it is then…