Tuesday, November 30, 2021

In Title Meant

Before Christmas . . . the poem needs more (un)working.

Cryptic Poetic

On the way home through Thicket,
I got a low-speed ticket
for driving way long too slow;
so, I floored the board at go,
went gone so fast at length last
through light-speeds beyond space passed.

Still unworking as my family and I spend our December 2021 in my boyhood home of Salem in the Arkansas Ozarks . . .


At 2:37 AM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

Welcome Home!!

At 12:04 AM, Blogger Horace Jeffery Hodges said...

I'm welcomed home by nobody.

Jeffery Hodges

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At 2:43 AM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

Pretty close to a nobody...LOL

But still meaningful I hope.


At 5:45 PM, Blogger Horace Jeffery Hodges said...

Oh, thanks for the welcome!

Jeffery Hodges

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