“Oh, What the Hell” by Ken Allan Dronsfield

Gracefully inept at life’s perfection

gleefully disorganized and simple

who put the milk in the top freezer?

Sometimes I think gremlins reside here

glowing and rising with the autumn sun

I think I forgot to buy the half and half

good thing my favorite color is black,

since the toaster forgot to pop once again

ribbon-like clouds drift off to the east.

chickadees return to the empty feeder

rain arrives, my umbrella misplaced.

I have five, but can’t find even one.

adapt to life with its imperfections,

oh, what the hell, might as well smile.

Ken Allan Dronsfield is a disabled veteran and poet from New Hampshire, now residing in Oklahoma. He loves thunderstorms, walking in the woods at night and time spent with his cats Willa, Hemi and Turbo. His published work can be found in reviews, journals, magazines and anthologies throughout the web and in print venues. His poetry has been nominated for two Pushcart Prize Awards and the Best of the Net for 2016.

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