~~Setting For One~

Hot water splashing, over food-soiled dishes, like dirty dancing
Water lapping, pooling along the gritty face of corning ware
Forks, knives and spoons drowning - water advancing
This chore intimate, warm – wet, my nightly affair
~~
I could use paper plates – no, that’s a soggy hell
But then no need for Joy Liquid, my nightly cologne
I prefer the upscale squeaky clean of Corelle
One plate, glass, fork, knife, and spoon – each bathes alone
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Emptying the dishpan, water swirls, hurling down the drain
Gurgling, almost giggling dirty water, exiting the scene
A little slimy residue on stainless steel still remains
No one will notice – this is my solitary domain…
~~
So it goes with a setting for one...

poem by Peter Shea
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~~It was May, The Summer of my 12th Year~~

My fathers' field
acre upon acre of hay
barren in May
from winters blight
perfect for me to play
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Flat land
as far as I could see
except for one huge pine tree
a young boy, idealistic still
I thought this tree was grown for me
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I climbed the tree most every day
climbing right to the very top
branches formed a perfect seat
magically sitting there
time would stop
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Wind would blow, branches creaked
the tree and I swaying with the breeze

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poem by Peter Shea
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