Poems
by Terry
Brinkman
Scampering Bag
Last time I saw her cry, now she’s back
Twice the tears of a broke scampering bag
Fell down on one knee with a burning flag
Irish Catholic Penny Journal stays on the back rack
Laureling scarlet wet Irish face rag
Almost caught in a churl drag
Off again to walk with Jack?
Her mires steps puffing blew
Night Cable
Golden Dogs lay chase to the Silver Jackrabbit
Shadows broke over her shabbily
Dangle with her shadow of night cable
Women still work after being cut from his favor
Resolutely required but unable
Tell her ghost story of gumption tabor
She answered in a low voice unstable
Pitch dark stroke of twelve barbeque on my Weber
Traipsing Abby
Mulchy traipsing Abby
Sepulchers scanning a broke Cabot
Foggy evening finding the rabbet
Walked the Balls Bridge with Cabbie
Dogs tipped their hats to Tabby
Postal office enveloped habit
Silver among the grey jackrabbit
Hovering shadows Tombs shabby
