Back Home Again in Indiana
The last couple days have evoked a fair amount of nostalgia in the White house. Yesterday was exactly one year since I got copious amounts of wax cleaned out of my ears and was given the gift of hearing (again). And today, of course, is beariversary – 5 years to the day that we took out Smokey.
Jesse marked the occasion with a performance that involved wrapping himself in the dead animal and falling to the ground. I, however, am more of a writer than a visual artist. As such, I turned to my words.
Ode to a (Dead) Bear
You lumbered across the road
If only you’d been a toad
For then you could have escaped
Never again being waked