I felt guilty, so I pulled
Into the Redemption Center.
But all they wanted were
My bottles and cans.
Now that fall has arrived in New England,
My husband is wearing his black leather jacket
With the matching cowboy hat
That he picked up at a flea market
On our vacation to Florida.
He says that he looks a little like
Burt Reynolds in Smokey and the Bandit.
I tell him, just once,
“No. You don’t.”
Young Leonard Nimoy was driving a cab.
Discouraged about acting, ready to quit.
Then he gave a ride to John F. Kennedy
Who told him there was always room
At the top for the best.
Years later, at his father’s barber shop,
The kids were asking for