It Was The First Sunny Day

By Joan Dobbie, copyright 2008

of the year, I was
lying on my back
on the picnic table

talking to Bea
on the phone.

Above me, the sky
was brilliant blue
the craggy old cherry tree

blossoming pink
& filling with birds

of all sizes & breeds.
Below me the lush green grass
I was much too lazy to mow, my

pillow a brick of cement.
We were talking

about men, sex and creativity
telling each other
how special we were

& why the hell didn’t they get it?

Note: the above right sculpture is
"Dragon" by Joan Dobbie, copyright 2008
-- photo by Victoria Ramsay

Categories: poem by Joan Dobbie

1 reply

  1. I wish I could have been a lady bug on the wall, a bug to be unnoticed, a lady to understand.


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