I wrote this one as a prompt for a contest on Allpoetry.com: "Clint Eastwood!" Why else would I be writing about him?!
Getting Over Clint Eastwood
Too pretty for me as a young man,
even with your grungy cowboy scowls.
I loved you in “In the Line of Fire”
with that grim determination
to catch the assassin.
I would sit next to you
on the steps of the Lincoln Memorial.
I knew I was middle-aged when
I fell for you in
The Bridges of Madison County.
You could drive up to my door in the middle of nowhere
and rest your camera in the summer heat
But when you talked to the empty chair
at the Republican convention,
I left you for