The Lost Kerryman in the Land of Ranch Dressing


the lostkerryman

a massive quilt, a series of high trusses, and an Ohio flag hung from the rafters of the metal pole building, trying to pass as a convenience store.

“You have salad?”

“We got garden salad.”

it was buried under the dozen American pizza choices, deep fired cheese sticks. and other cholesterol-enriched menu items. i looked for a dressing list…

She waited, hand on hip, frowning.

“Dressing- where’s your dressing?”

“I got ranch, eye-talian, and ranch.”

Junior and his tall buddy in denim overalls slipped by and sat at a ’70’s style Pizza Hut table. 

“Did you say ‘ranch’?”

“What other kinda dressing is there?”

I ordered…and wandered around the store. Passing a row of deep fried snacks in plastic bags…a row of scientifically created puffed candies…and a row of generic paper products and white bread…

Junior’s father- or someone genetically related- passed me. I escaped his presence- and essence- by…

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About Jonathan Caswell

Mr. Caswell has been composing poetry at least since High School. He has been on WORD PRESS for ten years and contributes to two other blogs beside this one. This blog has a Christian emphasis but all bloggers are welcome. Mr. Caswell chooses to---with permission--re[post material of interest

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