Senseless Log

by Franco Bertucci

I am a senseless log
on whom children bounce,
moss grows,
and lovers carve their initials.
I barely wake up
when tripped over.
Nothing wakes me up.

Except knocking.
A stranger at the door,
my mother-in-law,
or my wife,
leaning over me- she can do it.

Awkward Guy

Poems and other embarassing things. 2011 Franco Bertucci