Dennis Herrell has been writing poetry for forty years during his adult life as teacher, outside sales person, and, lately, antique dealer. He is like every poet in the world – always in training, and painfully aware of it. Enter his world to read some poems he has had published.
Your wet footprints made a path
last night from bathroom shower
to dresser, back to bathroom,
then to closet,
and disappeared into Adidas
out of our bedroom.
I started to follow,
but stopped when you closed the door.
(9/21/11 – Pennine Ink)