John’s Excuse

He said Pinketoon challenged him.
Chained him like a big dog, he said.
So he took the challenge,
but changed the lock on his door.
See if she’ll be up to that challenge, he said.

So much for his love life, I guess.

John and I went to the dog park to philosophize.
Dogs are wise.
I thought we might learn something.


Pinketoon and John

I saw Pinketoon out in the parking lot.
John was following her,
because she had a leash attached to his neck,
pulling him along.
Pinketoon was skipping or mock skipping around.
I couldn’t tell which.
John followed unresistingly.
What the heck?

John and Pinketoon

They were standing in the parking lot.
Talking, talking, talking.
Pinketoon looked happy,
gaily chattering away.
John was animated.
They were there for over an hour together.
Then they moved off to the gazebo by the pond.
I don’t think we have to wonder what’s happening here.
Linkyshire does wonderful things for people.

Pinky’s Sister

I was sitting around at home.
Minding my own business.
Pinky’s sister showed up.
She introduced herself as Pinketoon.
It sounded like a Canadian territory.
But out of respect for Pinky,
I ushered her in.
She couldn’t sit still.
She kept jumping up to point at something,
to exclaim, to announce, to draw her breath deeply and sharply and exhale.
She talked about art, design, politics, and lipstick or the lack of it in the world.

I toasted her a muffin.