Dean Wood Poem Comment Poem by Krakatoa Kritic 007

Life's Fading Rodeo?

While I'm glad of your retirement from less fruitful goals you've chased,
still, the big sky's grown some smaller by concerns (and verse displaced?) .
Hope your boots still kick up dust on trails, your eyes track Sun that sets
from cliff's crow's nest perch that welcomes sails blown home by dawn's regrets.

The sharp humor missed in turns of phrase, the edge of light you shine,
a fun Valentine the postman lost, days' questioned cork on Vine-
tage wine. Break your fast if possible, release brain's stored up fat.
May new poetry's loops lasso bum steers! Cheers, and ‘tip of hat! '


Krakatoa Kritic #007

I've got a thing for Cowboy Life, frankly, and the men that lived this difficult life for so many years of American History. Dean's last poem on Poetry Soup was in
November of 2019, and I hope this collective ‘10' for his work pulls him out of Poetry retirement, at least! That would make this a poem worth its ink!

See "Retirement" by Dean Wood on PoetrySoup.com