1956, Eat Your Heart Out

Haircuts and fresh shaves and linens freshly clean.
Hot popcorn, cold sodas, front of the big screen.
Back, head, and foot scratchings, courtesy my wife.
Such simple pleasures so light up my life.

Waterfall in Cardiff, bright blue police box.
CSIs, Warehouses, Stargates, and Sherlocks.
Orson Scott Card and Pratchetts and Turtledove.
Such are the time sinks I share with my love.

Sharing my stories with new audiences.
Indulging my friends, bearing the expenses.
Trusted confidant with a bendable ear.
Faithful, reliable bearer of cheer.

poetryDaniel C. Hodges