Snoopy and Me

I wear a Snoopy watch —
his arms flail when I’m not at my desk
because, like me, Snoopy writes.
He’s serious about it, like I am mostly
when I’m not looking forward to my food bowl,
or visiting my brother Spike out west
(great material out west),
or flying my Sopwith Camel
to save the world,
or visiting my best friend Woodstock.
It’s new beginnings everytime we write —
fresh white sheets of imagination,
hopeful for words.
Ever hopeful.

 

Written for the Peanuts prompt on Real Toads.

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