Iron Mountain ski jump

Iron Mountain ski jump

Wednesday, December 4, 2019


I am at ease
with my new, hermetic
life, devoid of contact
with person, beast, or fern,
except I would admit
an occasional baby
for playing trotty-horse,
and a woolly black dog
with cold ebony nose
and big brown eyes.
For each, the baby and the dog,
would adore me
for those qualities
that worry others so,
the cluelessness that results
in endless peekaboo,
and the clumsiness
that results in cake
upon the floor.
They would catch
each other’s eye,
the baby and the dog,
and in their infantic
and caninic languages
nod so knowingly
and say, This old man
is A O K.

John Robert McFarland

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