Stretch Yellow

fog rolls the morning window
you sleep – until 9 a.m burns off the grass
yellow rot of July prays for rain

then you stretch pointing out thunder clouds

eggs fry or poach
tea mugs rinse
old dry bags at bottom

in the afternoon the beer is popped
canned tabs and the sweet sound of caps – twist
you rest in lawn chair – rotting wood – re painted

cross legged laughing pointing out BBQ and the faithful dog

burgers flip or burn
blue box fill
empty beer box crush

in the evening yellow logs crackle
fire department stops by – scolds – stays for night cap
the garden hose soaks the backyard rotting under feet

you stand to stretch – point to the bedroom window – smiling

department leave or depart
i follow
smiling at screen door…

About Crazy Irishman

Touted as a working man's poet, Martin Durkin has been writing professionally for the last 12 years. He has appeared in over twenty anthologies across North America, including, "And left a place to stand on", a collection of poems and essays about the late great Al Purdy. Durkin has also published two collections of poetry, "Hypnotic Childhood", and "The Sound of Quish". Over the past 4 years, Durkin has been on hiatus for the most part but has recently come back to the poetry scene creating a poetry site called, where in the past year he has written over 100 poems and created a cross over page on where he gives a story behind each of the pieces written. View all posts by Crazy Irishman

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