“I won’t be docked for winter,”
The bookstore manager said,
Meaning she wouldn’t have
Her pay cut because
It was too cold to take a census
In the cemetery.
(I think, It’s not that hard to
Find those people
Although they are really slow about
Returning their forms. This was my thought,
Not hers. Maybe it is hard work.
It might be if it can’t be done in the
Cold.
I take back “not that hard” and
Substitute “challenging,” which it must be,
Or she wouldn’t have said what she did.)
Anyhow, she’s happy
And I’m happy, too,
Not because I have not
Been docked for winter,
But because I have
Been docked for winter
In the sense that
During blizzard and frigid cold
I stayed at the dock,
A skiff moored at anchor
Away from storm
And all manner of calamity.
Our dockings?
Quite different,
But then
So are we,
And that makes us
Happy.
Dan Verner
March 4, 2016
Biscuit City 