The Gentleman In The Bolo Tie

The tale of the man who rode in
the taxicab and the account
by Rahim, the Persian driver,
was that his client was returning
from the funeral of his wife and

upon further asking him where
he was from he replied that
Arkansas was too far for him to die
and when questioned where
he resided the old man answered

that Leisure World wasn't fit
for another Sheherezade.
When inquired whether he loved her
he whimpered he didn't want
to live much longer.

by Alexandre Nodopaka

Comments (3)

Your title is so lyrical and inviting. And I like your philosophy of living. 'Let no one dictate where we’re going, For soft, a light and fair wind’s blowing.' Truly rings with an invitation from the Appalachian Mountains.
Very nice. I wish I had your facility with rhyme and meter. Every line seems natural and perfectly shaped, never forced like some rhyming verse. I find rhymed poetry the most difficult to write. Excellent work (and thank you also for your generous comment about my haiku) .
A remarkably colourful piece about enjoying nature and everything she brings with her - to come away once in a while and just let her take a hold of you. A refreshing read. - K.