July 3rd, 2026Local Lines
Local Lines
trip
a wheelie suitcase
carried by its handle
one wheel wiggles
they come for cezanne
and art’s heavy hitters
still life in aix
balance
at the calder exhibit
a one-legged woman
bip bip
BIP BIP BIP BIP
too close to art
distant squarks
lasso the summer sky
thirsty seagulls
all quiet
in montparnasse cemetery
a truck starts up
buffeted to sleep
in the rear of the plane
memories jostle
– Bill Wootton
Bill is back from France which was both mighty and mighty hot, and where parking was easy. He is appreciative of returned Hepburn cool.
Local Lines features poetry by locals about local and any other matters.
Please submit poems to Bill Wootton at cottlesbreedge@gmail.com
