Convict
me of dandelions
and
large puddles of ketchup,
the
June scent of Scioto rain.
At
breakfast I get drunk on Bach,
with
a chaser of Copland and Joplin,
hotdogs
from a cart, by noon.
Find
me guilty of eating at the kitchen sink,
ordering
drive-thru McDonald's fries―
you
shotgun, me in a Stetson.
I
pretend to hate mosquitoes on the Fourth of July―
come
at me with sparklers, buckeyes,
those
little American flags stapled to sticks.
I
want to pursue our life, liberty, and happiness,
but
there's something you should know―
I
love A. Lincoln, shamelessly.
tk/May 2013
R.A.D. Stainforth...a rare step out of his black and white world...
R.A.D. Stainforth...a rare step out of his black and white world...
