by Frank Diamond

AUTHOR’S NOTE: “The Ache” is one of two poems of mine published two days ago (May 22, 2024) in a little literary magazine called Lucky Lizard Journal. Here’s the Url: https://tinyurl.com/hb8tx27b And it’s pasted in below as well.

As I drag our trash

To the edge of our drive

Orange streaks our dawn

In our fortunate sky

Two gamey deer just happen

To turn quizzically my way

Then on they bound just like — Snap!

What DO we talk about

When we DON’T talk about love?

Two cats bagged in canvas

Somehow getting on — but just

Time to decide which room

Needs a coat of paint today

And when the fumes finally settle

Our bickering takes a break

We tap water into the kettle

Never mentioning The Ache

But in that pause each clutches hope

“Please let me die fore this old dope.”