I have a shirt tail relative
I'll never meet.
Hidden behind
our Irish lace curtains.
His second wife left him.
Moved away home.
Took the two children
and the cat.
“So get a new cat." I suggested.
“Better yet get two!" He replied.
“But, I have a lot of antiques."He said.
And so he lives in that big house
alone and lonely.
And I have two cats.
©️Mark W. Ó Brien
22July2022
Esq. Filkins is not dead!
Someone has been telling stories.
A new species of Lillie has flowered.
When will this warm wave weaken?
The buckwheat is being cut.
Sand’s steam mill has commenced to grind.
Every kind of bug is copulating in our apple tree.
Black-eyed Susans are in bloom.
A dead bird has flown into our window
and lies in state among the flowers.
Mice are having the run of the place.
We have been away on vacation for too long.
I’ve been writing the same poem for years.
You only just realized it.
©️Mark W. Ó Brien
13July2022
Esq. Filkins is feeling poorly.
He suffers from a union of the senses.
Special police have been sworn in to serve
though hop picking season.
The boarder house is doing a lively business.
Esq. Filkins is improving.
A man who has God in his body can cure all ills.
Many of our young people have been hop picking.
Esq. Filkins has called for his lawyer.
He has been writing the same poem for years.
A two-year-old heifer has strayed. Reward offered.
There will be little rest until after hop picking.
Esq. Filkins is dead.
Not much going on this week.
©️Mark W. Ó Brien
12July2022
