Thursday, June 11, 2009

Hannah and the Ill-fitting Wig


Hannah has dirty
hair, I tell you through

the open window. She is
a dirty blonde. You

shake your head at me,
pushing your shopping

cart as your yellow
lab trudges ahead,

his heavy belly
bobbing from side

to side. You start
to sing about the flag

again, adjusting your
flowered hat, leaving

paper petals with
every unsteady step.
at

3 comments:

  1. Valerie Loveland6:53 PM

    As always, I like your poem. The title is fun.

    I just noticed you have been doing a lot of two lined stanzas (or no stanza breaks) in your poems lately. This might just be me, but I think no stanza breaks may be better in this case. Just something to think about.

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  2. Christine E. Hamm, Poet Professor Painter8:03 PM

    Thanks, Valerie. That's a very interesting idea.

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  3. sam of the ten thousand things11:36 AM

    Enjoyed the poem, Christine. Especially like the song at the end - while adjusting the hat. Nice touch.

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