John W. McEwers

Veteran Poet - 1,178 Points (6/20/1980 / Nova Scotia, Halifax)

Those Sheep Look At Me Funny When I Pet Them - Poem by John W. McEwers

It's not that this place
is mostly meant for children,
or that the goats spit on people,
or that it smells like a Chipotle urinal.

The way the sheep look at me
unnerves me,

like they know me,
they know where I have been,

Docile eyes staring through me
like a lover.

I pat their head, and they don't flinch.

They don't ask for more.

They seem ok with my limited commitment to the encounter,
and they know I am fascinated by that.

Kate was the same way.

Back off, sheep. I'm not buying another ring.

Topic(s) of this poem: love


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Poem Submitted: Monday, August 31, 2015



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