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When Sally kicked the bucket (poem)

Today is the first day of the Bahá'í New Year 165. So, Happy Naw-Ruz to those who celebrate it.

When Sally kicked the bucket

When Sally kicked the bucket,
brains spilling across the cracked concrete,
we laughed in glee.
(not much waste, you see)
It wasn't like they were used for something.

Dull grey, as lifeless as they ever were,
mush pooled where Sally's son had dug a hole,
pink spade and shovel drowning in moist clay.

Sally-Sunshine,
we always called her,
too dumb to know an insult when it aimed for her.
It rained off her umbrella
when rain-or-shine she opened it
each noon.

"Clean it up!"

your mother yelled,

"Miss Sarah's got more work to do.
It's not like youse have never eaten scrambled brains for breakfast."

Ah,

When Sally finally kicks the bucket,
I will remember.
So will you.

© Kåre Enga 2008 [165.3] 2008-03-21

Such a cheerful poem! Can't you tell it's a bright sunshiny New Year (165 B.E.) and I'm in a good mood?

IMAGES and MUSINGS:

A crocus blooming by my back door. I didn't even notice it was there until it bloomed today!

Doves in pairs and robins squawking about? Well, whatever robins squawk about ...

Sunshine and pants dripping on the line; my sweater dripping from the rail. Me getting out of the tub dripping ... (hey, no photos!)

ME:

Okay, I'm in a rare good mood. Found a letter I wrote in Oklahoma four years ago. Thinking of sending it.

The moon was full of something last night. I called a friend I hadn't spoken to in a long while. And she sounded as cheerful as me. The same moon shines everywhere I guess.

I could be happier; but, I won't rain on my own parade.

From who-knows-when, but blue sky like today:



Kansas: 55º and glorious glorious sunshine.

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