Poems

Rod & Chester

It was a lonely life in the lists.

Sometimes he thought of the rust

He could be acquiring aging

In the weeds behind some barn.

Sometimes he thought a new coat

Of paint might be just the thing.

Rod Iron posed for another picture

And then crossed the screen

To wait for impending adoption

With his buddy Chester Drawers.

–Shaun Perkins

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