The box of dolls
with Sharpie dark eyes
and frazzled hair
left behind when you
grew too tall to
play with small things
would so gladly
gather at the tiny table
for a beer instead
of tea but you must pour.
© Dana Hughes 8.15.17
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Yea! Finally a new DLS Hughes poem! And it’s another of those terse little vignettes that says so much with so little. I love the central image of the dolls at the tea table, waiting for you to pour the beer. And I love the irony in growing too tall to play with small things. I wonder if we wouldn’t be better off if we spent more time with the small things. But what I finally walk away musing about it what about the frizzy-haired, Sharpie-eyed conclave waiting for their beer is distinctly “American.” Still working on that one.
Terrific. Thanks.