Scott Simpson · Poetry
The Garage
Selected Poems 1989 to 2009 · source pages 38
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Source page 38
The Garage
He hung the hammer
in its place, marked clearly beside the
large ball peen.
"Sheryl... Sheryl... Sheryl...,"
he said, "Somewhere he's out there
calling---that boy who'll
be your husband...."
His blonde little four-year-old
giggled, "Daddy...!" She smiled.
Meanwhile, I was in Nebraska
shoving firecrackers up a frog's nose.
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