What He Could Do
By Warren Akin
Hang soaked clothes
with pins or pegs,
pour iced tea, eat
rosehips. Lift
the cellar doors and
feel the cool draft of the basement.
Burn black coffee. Fry potatoes, bacon,
onions—grease
coagulating in the cast iron pan.
Drive logs down a flume. Drive
a line horse. Drive a weathered post.
Be the peacemaker
or the hammer. Speak
plain. Be patient. Love
with a nod of his head.
With apologies to Elizabeth Holmes
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The use of the short, sharp lines in this poem create a mood that helps us understand the person you write about. I love your use of alliteration also. Very effective.
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