After Retirement By Ron SalisburyWhat were you thinking Eunice askedas the fireman who had strapped meto his back brought me down fromthe eucalyptus on the engine ladder.It seem like such a good idea, justnail little boards to the tree and keepclimbing. The canopy of things up there,a complete universe, distance like future.Thinking was something I usually did.Then one day stopped. Idea doesn’t haveboundaries, besides, I had these little boardsleft over from the fence. Note from Marlene: When the prompt is a poem, you can write on the mood or the theme of the poem, a line, or a word. Just Write! You are welcome to comment on my Writers Forum Facebook Page. Ron Salisbury “Since the seventh grade, all I’ve ever wanted to be is a poet. It is a great honor to be chosen as San Diego’s first Poet Laureate. This appointment will empower me to represent the dynamic San Diego…
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The Nyx Café
By Ron Salisbury Day stood by our table with her eager smile,pad and pen at ready. “Today we only have two specials,” she said.“The first one includes an amuse bouche;one hour and a half of good sleep. Upon wakingyou wonder why? Then realize you’re still dampfrom a hot flash. The appetizer is a couple of hourswhen the pillows are too soft, too hard, or both,the bed clothes too heavy, cramp in your big toe,wondering if you should call the doctor aboutthat little pain in your side. Suddenly you realizeyou have been asleep because of the dream you hadfilled with people you absolutely don’t know.The main course is filled with noise—traffic, butyou live on a cul-de-sac, the overhead fan butit’s not on, a strange hum from the kitchen,the dogs rushing downstairs and you get upto check and find them both at their water bowls,you might as well see if the doors are locked….