A Poem from the Dump

My dad’s emails are so perfectly succinct and yet laden with so much nuance. They are basically haikis. And this recent one is a poem within a haiku:

jos,

i was at the dump the other day

and found a book of poems

one poem was called  along the road

by robert browning hamilton.

here it is:

i walked a mile  with pleasure

she  chattered all the way

but left me none the wiser for all she had to say

i walked a mile with sorrow and never a word said she.

but oh the things i learned from her

when sorrow walked with me.

i will send you this book when i’m done with it

love,

pops