Querencia
(29 August 1947)
heavy snow all winter
starting in November
continuing through
neighbor plowed us out
arriving as each storm left
sometimes he came in for tea
we became good friends
now he is moving out west
to be with his grand-kids
when he moves we may
be forced to sell up and go
winter snow too much for us
summer grass too much to mow
querencia
it’s a bull-fighting thing
there’s a spot in the bull ring
where each bull chooses
to make his last stand
it’s his chosen place to die
like this is mine
rogermoorepoet 