February 2017
Sharon Auberle
seauberle1868@gmail.com
seauberle1868@gmail.com
I am a lucky poet who gets to live on the Door County Wisconsin peninsula. I love trees, dachshunds, making music, and I make a mean red beans and rice. My poems have appeared in Earth's Daughters; Lilipoh; and Verse Wisconsin, among others, as well as a variety of anthologies. My poems and photos may be found at my website Mimi's Golightly Cafe.
Ode to Socks
-after Neruda-
he was lost early on…
smitten by her rhubarb pie
and by the purple socks
she sometimes wore
with nothing else
once he painted her
in the socks the night
they spent in a little blue house
on a cliff far above
the wild Pacific
and she wrote a poem for him
about growing old together
he still has it somewhere
sometimes they dream
of going back to that house
if it hasn't fallen into the sea
she'll wear her new socks
blue-polka-dotted orange ones
and he'll paint the two of them
the way Chagall did
entwined together
floating up into the sky
Ode to Socks
-after Neruda-
he was lost early on…
smitten by her rhubarb pie
and by the purple socks
she sometimes wore
with nothing else
once he painted her
in the socks the night
they spent in a little blue house
on a cliff far above
the wild Pacific
and she wrote a poem for him
about growing old together
he still has it somewhere
sometimes they dream
of going back to that house
if it hasn't fallen into the sea
she'll wear her new socks
blue-polka-dotted orange ones
and he'll paint the two of them
the way Chagall did
entwined together
floating up into the sky
"Over the Town" - Marc Chagall (1918)
©2017 Sharon Auberle
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