We bought our Ford Falcon
for $200. There were spiders
in the ashtrays.

You kept a closet full of
men’s XL shirts and always
used the upstairs bathroom.

The dogs slept with us,
longwise, like dogs. And
then the dogs died.

It was colder in October
than February. The leaves
kept on falling.

Shawn turned twelve
then saddled up Copper
and rode away.

You left me at the airport
with $200 and three shirts.
Men’s medium.

Selected byMaria Mazzenga
Image credit:Dave_7

Eliot Jacobson is a retired professor of mathematics and computer science, with a specialty in casino games. Eliot has been writing poetry most of his life, but finds words and metaphors very difficult compared to numbers and logic. Nowadays, Eliot spends much of his time as a docent at the local zoo and helping to produce & direct shows for the local community access TV station. More recently Eliot has joined up with the local police department as a volunteer cop.  Eliot still appreciates writing about himself in the 3-rd person. Some say Eliot has become a mystical traveler on the great highway of life, others think Eliot should drink more beer wine.