Jo in Pomes and Epigrams
Revised: 12/21/2023 3:46 a.m.
- Jan. 28, 2022, 4 a.m.
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I met Jo’s ass first.
Bent over industriously pulling the weeds of the world,
flushed face bobbing up to greet a neighbour
or burble at a baby,
or chat with a hound.
A taniwha perhaps, for our complex.
A happy busy body
erecting signs to protect your children
from speeding old women.
One pandemic later, as the complex scuttles to life,
I catch a frail frame in a hanging cardigan.
No longer stopping for the babies.
We have a gardener now.
A shadow compared to our Jo.
Last updated December 21, 2023
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