Dean and I camped out behind
the shelter in Des Moines.
There was a nice patch of
woods north of the river.
We canned every day to
knock off the shakes.
Summer turned into
Fall and life raked
us in.
Dean moved in with
a friend, and I
went to this woman's
apartment.
We eventually got
married; it didn't last long.
That's been years ago.
I lost track of Dean for
a long time.
By chance,
we stumbled upon each other via the
internet.
Fucking life!
He has stage 3 colon cancer.
Reality can be
rancid sometimes.
he's still camping,
and he has a
woman who loves him.
What more could
you want?
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Author:
Thomas W Case (Pseudonym) (
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Comments9
Bittersweet, life in one word. Gorgeous poetry. 🌹
You are so kind, sweet Teddy.
Great story and some great lines "accidentally got married" loved it.
Much appreciated.
This life is just the appetizer for a four course meal.
yes, thank you.
A richly textured life which doesn't need laundering, and is all the more interesting for that.
Thank you, I appreciate it.
A sensitive write Tom.
Thank you, my friend.
What more could I want? A pork pie! Random thing there. lol.
Here you present the twists and turns of life in this well told story. Totally relatable. Good write!
Thank you.
A powerful poem, my friend. Life hits hard sometimes and you capture it perfectly. Cheers, Tom
Thank you. Much appreciated.
At least he has a woman who loves him. Life can be so damn cruel at times. Great read Thomas.
Thank you. Much appreciated.
a fucking life indeed Thomas.
written as only you know how my friend.
Thank you, brother. I appreciate it.
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