photo by Bonnie Natko
Giant elbow nudges me
I inch closer to the window
to avoid its harass
Elbows need no words
They let you know with a poke
you are not welcome here
I was not in the mood
for elbows this morning
I prayed they would leave
and take their human with them
Sometimes you get what you ask for
They got up and moved to
another seat
Perhaps in search of another body’s
space to invade or
in search of a wider stance
Either way
I am happy
Suburban Hobo 
YAY!!!! – A day sans elbow is indeed a Happy Day!!
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Ha ha ha.
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If that hand in the photo is attached to the elbow in the poem, it appears to be holding a pistol. If so, good thing you didn’t get hostile.
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Hmm, I didn’t see the pistol.
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I love how you create a visual in my mind with eloquent simplicity……pure, total talent…. 🙂
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Thanks so much, Lucie.
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Great poem!
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Thank you!
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You had me there experiencing it…great job!!
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Thanks, Kirt.
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