What it is

June 2010: In a desperate attempt to stave off senility, the monkey began writing a poem a day. By summer's end he'd begun to run out of versified political rants and philosophical bloviations. Then he hit on the improbable idea of writing micro fiction in the form of Elizabethan sonnets. Eureka. The birth of the "Sonnets From Other Lives" series. Two hundred plus lives later, he's still at it.

Friday, October 29, 2010

10/29
Sonnets From Other Lives: Kate

Kate parks her truck outside St. John
Hardware.  She needs new belts for the swather.
The guys inside have not known her that long--
she'd recently moved in with Swenson's daughter
when he took sick, & now they work his farm.
They met in Iraq in the motor pool,
but then some asshole set off an alarm
& they were discharged on  that Don't Ask Don't Tell rule.
There were the usual crude rug-muncher jokes at first,
(those guys make up rude crap 'bout everyone)
but they'll say, Those girls made them old combines work
a whole lot better'n old Swenson ever done.

Kate buys her belts--they talk weather. crops & price.
The consensus at St. John is she's alright.

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