Saturday, September 25, 2004
from former Texfiles Poet of the Week, Halvard Johnson, this new work:
Sonnet: Faith-based Initiative
Coming home, I see my next-door neighbor at his door-
step licking the door. Every other week or so this happens.
He stands there licking and licking and licking, pausing
every so often to wipe off his chin before going on with his
licking. Cheerily, I wave to him, saying, "Still haven't found
that key you lost, eh?" He grins and then makes a sour
face at the taste of the door's varnish. And I ask, "So
how's the wife?" And he says, "I'm praying she's still alive
when I'm through. Last time I saw her she was fine."
"Give her my best," I say, "when you're in."