At Year’s End

Sam Olsen

Sam Olsen

Like a cruise ship
the year near’s home`port
The passengers now on sea`legs
scramble to pay the purser
for their bar tabs

To tip cabin`staff
for the services rendered
And when passing a first officer
tip a figurative hat to say
‘What a great trip!

‘How’d we manage
all this stuff in three bags?’
we ask each other Most of which
is as clean as when boarding
the sterilized ship

Under bright lights
we descend the gangplank
hesitant now on the old land`legs
only to find the mainland
rolling on sea`swells

The Mercedes’ purr
as we drive home is quiet
after the shafts’ incessant rumbling
And for supper we decide
to have tomato soup


About Peter Notehelfer

I'm a retired people person who now finds the time to watch the little details of the world without worrying about being watched by anyone . . . I live on an Island north of Seattle with my wife named Ellen, a yellow dog named McGee, a yellow cat named Gatzby, and four fine chickens . . . I read fiction, bake bread, smoke salmon, and fish whenever the weather allows . . . Oh, and yes, I try to write a poem every day simply to avoid senility!
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4 Responses to At Year’s End

  1. mikesteeden says:

    There is the spirit of Art Deco within these fine words. Totally enjoyable.


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