Takeoff by Dennis Allen Lange

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The slow parade, the idle wait,
…Then suddenly a roar
As if the lions as king of beasts
…Were all declaring war. 

No matter if the concrete looks
…As smooth as sheltered bay,
There’s rattle and there’s rumble as
…The tires roll down the way. 

A quietness then within the roar
…Like donuts with a hole.
And quickly doubled (quiet and smooth) –
…The fish leaped from the bowl!

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photo by Fisher

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© Dennis Allen Lange and thebardonthehill.wordpress.com, 2017.

 

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What Drew The Crowd? by Dennis Allen Lange

I once saw a case of too many
(But maybe I was just a ninny).
…I knew not the facts;
…I just saw the acts.
But eight seemed much more than just plenty.

Eight coppers to do the arresting
Of one who seemed quite uncontesting
…Was more than enough
…For any young tough.
Were donuts free there for ingesting?

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© Dennis Allen Lange and thebardonthehill.wordpress.com, 2016.

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