January 2022
John Dorroh
travelerjd59@gmail.com
Bio Note: My name is John Dorroh, a name that might well be remembered by my 3000-4000 former science students. They are scattered all over the globe, and several send me notes with their accomplishments, dreams, regrets. Me? I continue to explore, at least as much as Covid and its cousins allow. I plan imaginary trips to places visited and places yet to be enjoyed — Greece, Poland, and Australia to name but a few.

Morning Détente

The new toaster is amazing. a few frills 
I’ll probably never use. anticipating 
perfection is a good teacher. builds character.
 
Waiting alters body chemicals. i swear
my spine tingles every time I drop a slice
of bread into the slot on the right-hand side.
real butter. some unopened blueberry jam. 
orange juice. we all wait. 
 
Without fanfare brown beauty quietly jumps
into air a few millimeters shy of skyward.
good time, me and this table, a lacquered landscape
of reflections. why am I sore? where has my life gone?
hangnail pain on right thumb. inflamed.
 
Telecommunicating with my dead dog Izzie. she
is out there. Sends me messages. all is well. don’t
worry. eat your breakfast.
©2022 John Dorroh
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