More than Three

 

image by Glenn Buttkus

More than Three

“Three can keep a secret, if two of them are dead.”

--Benjamin Franklin.

Center mass, between the eyes--

an important aspect of gator hunting

midst the humid dangers of the swamp.

When a person gives a damn,

often they join a crowd of protestors, 

peacefully, until a shot rings out.

One stares for a minute

at a forest of pink pines

with purple pine cones.

I don’t think I’m being pushy

if I want to see the Milky Way

when I’m lucky to get a clear night sky.

My wife completely rocks hats.

She has several she’d never trade.

Her love for hats will never vanish.

I had to gulp and gasp, 

staring at my left hand,

still sticky with her blood.

Something I will never quench,

is my love for a larch forest,

and my fascination with great rivers. 

I now longer can remain quiet.

I need to feed the bears,

and let loose the sack of copperheads.

Glenn Buttkus

Posted over at d'Verse Poet's Pub