Great poem! Cute and memorable. The imagery of rainbows and soda pop and a mooching dog are the stuff of innocence. Yet, this is a wise poem. I can taste that bologna sandwich and pickle. I can hear the soda and the belching, too! Plenty said, there.

Your choice of imagery, and the naturalistic dialogue, makes it easy for this reader to slip into the characters impulses and cognitive state. A nice splash of flash. Enjoyed. Peace... r

A cool write memoir. I can almost smell the oil and gasoline, burnt rubber of a junkyard. There used to be a lot more of them. My father wouldn't be caught dead in overalls. Always wore his green twill truck driver's pants most of the time. And I can't remember ever sharing a lunch with him, but almost every day with my twin brother, sometimes from the same bag or lunchbox. I do remember my grandfather who always wore overalls as though they were a part of living. I guess they were very utilitarian and comfortable when belts didn't hold up your pants anymore.

Ron

So very cool a write, Odin!! I will never look at parking lot oil leaks again!! I'll listen.

Love ya!

Jane