Dogwood Drive

my residence

Dogwood Drive

You may laugh with or at me
A grant of full permission follows
On hearing the bellicose sound of elephants
Mesmerized by the imaginary fish tickling my feet
I feel the fool in full bloom
The daisy’s of my flower intoxicating my senses
Why Al? Where is your head?
You might call it the blackout of Dogwood Drive.

Reviews

[Alfred Kukitz]

Thanks Jacob!

My backyard woods always call me, wanting me to come into them as though they were the sage of the universe.

Regards,
Al

[jacob erin-cilberto]

i want to live in a place like this....wow, actually i do...nothing like living in the woods...away from the hustle and bustle of too much human-ness.
j.