top of page

C a l e n d a r   T a k e s   a   H a i r c u t


Sheared off at the roots


by the Splitsville Judge, Ol’ Calendar


lost the land, the boat, the marital abode.


A finger-wag corrected him


on whose children his children were,


whose pension he’d saved.


They let him keep his thoughts


to himself, left him lighter,


leaning to and open


to the elements. The attorney


sent bills. Calendar lined his Goodwill


coat with them,


December coming on.





r h p   h o m e



T o d d   M e r c e r















bottom of page