” The old lady sat
on her side porch stoop
With a snack and a book
in the sun
Which was low in the sky
burning hot on her calves
so the lap cloth she moved
’til it hung
Just below both her knees
shading ankles and feet
Which she tucked underneath
Then a bee smelled the ginger
‘tween thumb and finger
And, her afternoon read
was done. “
© 6/17/2020 Ruth Ann Scanzillo. p.s. Homage to “The 100 Year Old Man….” by Jonas Jonasson — a truly hilarious read.
Most letters open with “Dear ….” ; this one will just begin
You are the nemesis, my arch-enemy, the demon I pray God to damn;
You lure, seduce, then rob me blind.
Mocking love, devotion, loyalty, and commitment, you mortify;
Masquerading as joy, you destroy.
You poison every plan, contaminate every climate, compel every crime;
Master of your motive, you hasten death
Or market as mind game, then cheat to win.
© 6/14/2020 Ruth Ann Scanzillo.
Thanks so much for tuning in. There’s more at YouTube. Yeah. Oppressive drivel.