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


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