Cane Poem by T Michael Farrell
Cane
One day you'll get a friend request
"How do you know me" you ask
"I've seen you at the park" he replies
"But how do you know my name" you ask again,
"I got it from a man walking a brown and white dog, walking stiffly with a cane"
He then added "He gave an odd response when asked if he knew you"
"Used to I did" said the man with the cane
Disappearing in the misty rain
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5/21/2024 11:21:14 AM # 1.0.0.1119
A refined poetic imagination, T. Michael. You may like to read my poem, Love And Iust. Thank you.