My Poem, Endgame,was published yesterday by 8 poems. Here is the poem:
Endgame
That last year
Dad lost his
taste for food
and drink,
even for the
Cuban cigar
he once carried
everywhere
like an extra
digit. He
took to napping
in daylight,
something
he could
never
abide, and
staring through
the picture
window overlooking
the small mountain
lake in
the cabin
I had helped
him
build. Once
we fished
that lake
for crappies
and small-mouth
bass.
Butter fried
over an
open fire, they
were perfect
with beer
cooled
in that ice cold
lake. Today
the wind
hints of winter
as I pack
his tools
and grandfather’s
rocker and take
the gravel road
down.
Stevie's Law 
Wonderful poem. Steve. The pared-down tercet form really works well here.
Mary Rohrer-Dann
“Tell me, what is it you plan to do
with your one wild and precious life?”
Mary Oliver “The Summer Day”
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Thanks Mary. I should get back to writing tercets. They seem to work for me.
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very nice, and congrats on your publishing
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Thanks Beth.
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I like your poem so much! It goes right in and hooks my heart and memory. Nancy Brassington
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Thanks Nancy. I’m glad you like it.
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