button down collars
under three piece suits
and military hair
made deals big and small
all over the world
styled in boardroom attire
till I folded my desk
shredded airline club cards
and retired to sweet air
of flannel shirt country
haven’t been to a barber
since bagging my suits
over mothballs in cedar
despite the bald pate
what fringes my ears
and unshaven nape
now falls like a flag
fully twenty-eight inches
waving its gray
and matching my beard
I blend in just fine
here among unshorn aging
sturdy good mountainfolk
save for amusing
mistaken identity
that sometimes has
taken me for
some grizzly old liberal
lost-in-time hippie
if they only knew
but I just play along
all the better to spy
in the enemy camp
Good one–I’m smirking.
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Thank you, Jael
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Funny– brought a smile to my face though I probably have one foot in the enemy camp.
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Glad you smiled – I have many friends there
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that’s wonderful!
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Thank you kindly, sir
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TGIF!
headed to Berkshires in the AM – can hardly wait to get out of Dodge!
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Which enemy?
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liberals
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I wish we humans didn’t create enemies out of generic titles…
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Sorry to discomfit you. This is all in fun, but like all comedy, has to have roots in the real. Generic titles are handy – and when they adequately reflect a shared philosophy – are useful. Here, this is enemies with a small e. Majority of my closest and dearest are political liberals and fit the word. Our arguments and debates are wonderful. For added insight, perhaps read my posts “Sunday Dinner” and “Loyal Opposition.”
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I sort of thought I knew that…I still refuse to accept labels. They are all my enemies, and they are all my family, my blood. Damn humans 😉
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very cool and very clever 🙂
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your comment is cool, too – thanks
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Reblogged this on Poesy plus Polemics.
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Gem! Did the same when we sold the business. Walked away; suits to Oxfam. I can identify with this totally.
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the freedom was exhilirating
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clever
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appreciate that
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LOVE it!
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thank you kindly
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Reblogged this on OUR POETRY CORNER.
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appreciate the reblog
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Ohh, I love this again–28 inches? That’s long!
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ten years in the making – but I lose more and more with each brushing
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By the way, I loved the part about how it allows you to spy in enemy camp! I’m thinking I need something like that, though I’ve no idea what specifically would work–you’d think a woman of so many faces wouldn’t have to confront such quandary….but someone told me recently that wherever I go, a bit of Caddo irrepressibly peeks out.
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no matter how we try, we can never completely hide
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Ooooh, yea!
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much appreciated
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Oh, I can always recognize an old hippy when I see one, regardless of his stripe . . . Live free or die!
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peace and love
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By the time I reached 30, I gave up on anything past my collar. It wasn’t worth dealing with the dust from loading docks and driving trucks. Now retired 10 years (this May), it’s been 8 years since a haircut (except split ends trims). I sense more of a reaction here in Missouri than I did in Western New York, but I return the barbs in looks and comments with a smile that leaves them wondering.
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attaboy!
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So cool!
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much appreciated
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Paul. So good. Do you enter poetry competitions? This one would sit very in an anthology.
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I don’t enter competitions, but this poem appeared in my second book “Range of Motion”
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So cool, so effortlessly breezy!
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thank you most kindly
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