‘Storage’ and Other Poetry by M.J. Sullivan The Society April 18, 2013 Poetry Storage Let us lug in more stuff Storage man mumbles hi First year by in a huff Second year wonder why Save dad’s lured fishing hat Mom’s torn wedding picture Worn collar from Push cat Who slept till you pushed her Oily third baseman mitt Broken wooden snow sled Clothes that may someday fit Fodder for wishful heads Dancing cousin’s red dress Army mess kit no less Cloth prayer book to the Lord Mirror off traded Ford Ski slope scenes where we met Closed racetrack loser bets Distant aunt’s bowling ball Hunter pal’s dull duck call Don’t toss street-hockey stick When brother was so quick Taillight from big guzzler Grandpa’s silver lighter Daughter’s doll she would hold Baby she could console Torn letters never sent Penciled ideas fervent Brother’s vinyl platters Somehow this all matters Carry On Quonset hut corrugated metal Softer than cherry blossom petal Always kept floor mopped clean Giving me time to dream Back then dad pushed plow behind oxen War made us sore Quiet lets some soar Dusty roads tar paved now Buildings air-condition Hills were once free to swim or fish in Now expensive to rent a week in Relatives stay loyal Toil improves soil Our Quonset hut is rustier Again this spring blossoms waft perfume Grandpa walks rice water Worker life must resume M.J. Sullivan is a poet living in Keansburg, New Jersey. Related Post ‘Saint Agnes’ by Bruce Wren This evening of your festive day I pray _Oh Agnes, little model of the pure, _Oh girl with smiling eyes, and faith so sure: They won for ... Tell the world:FacebookTwitterTumblrPinterestRedditLinkedInEmail Leave a Reply Cancel Reply Your email address will not be published.CommentName* Email* Website Notify me of follow-up comments by email. Notify me of new posts by email. This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.