I’m having a tough time writing the sequel to Serendipity & Me. Not sure if it’s because I’m doubtful of its publication chances, or what. But maybe by posting one of the first poems in the new manuscript I’ll get motivated. So here it is, (although I can’t get the correct indentations to work here):
I ask Dad,
Does Lola hate animals?
Of course not, he says.
Who really hates animals?
But I saw a dog approach her once
and she went the other way.
I guess they’ve never had the conversation.
The one I expect to have someday with anyone
who will be important in my life.
The one about What Is Your Favorite Animal
and How Many of Them Do You Plan on Caring for?
My answer right now would be cats
and a gazillion.
But maybe when I’m older
I’ll be more realistic about the number.
Dad takes my silence
It’s just that I think she might be nervous
I don’t want to scare her off.
The thought of Lola
makes me nervous.
I wonder if he gave any thought