We walk the rural path from a one-room school
…..rubber boots scrape the gravel
We stand, flip 100 burgers in a line, for lunch time,
…..sneakers smell slick, still, with rancid fat
We sit, alone, with a Lady, her Ermine, through plexiglass, she looks away
…..hikers, swell hot, four years bald
We reflect time in a mirror asking memories what others saw
…..bare feet wet with dust make prints.
Submitted as part of “National/Global Poetry Writing Month” (#NaPoWriMo #GloPoWriMo).
Today’s prompt: Day Twenty-One: “Today’s prompt is one I got from the poet Betsy Sholl. This prompt asks you to write a poem in which you first recall someone you used to know closely but are no longer in touch with, then a job you used to have but no longer do, and then a piece of art that you saw once and that has stuck with you over time. Finally, close the poem with an unanswerable question.”
30 Poems in 30 Days
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