The tinted walls’ filled with paintings -
Max, Bull, Fanch, Chen and Noah.
The mantel, shelves, tabletops cleared
to be lemon-dusted and windex-spritzed.
Company’s coming. Lots to be done.
Blinds brushed, windows squeegeed,
cobwebs cleared, Blue-teal rug vacuumed -
prepare for our grandsons’ two week visit.
The saddest task - relinquishing my books.
Of course the boys are all worth it. Home
will be filled with laughter, arguing, tablets,
wrestling, rewards, cooking, two more boys.
Four grandsons and grandma against the world.
In my midst a sea chief, defender of mankind,
strength of God and then there’s “fifth.” These
are the boys to men that surround me - proud.
Company’s coming, not rest, nor peace nor quiet.
The floors, walls, doors, sheets, pots and pans
will be amused and explored. TV and tablets,
feet out the door - to parks, golf, church and more.
6/6/2022
New Orleans
Is it a fish-tank of disgust?
better left to hold water
than you and us
Should the walls stay down below the line
let bodies fester
rampant crime?
Cross on corral houses those who remain
trapped in their own shelter
left to die in vain?
Or will the walls be squeegeed clean
for all the world to love
obscene
trouble is rising from the ashes aint easy
especially for the big eazzyy
he who is helped
must plaster on a greazzzy
clown mask
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