Sunday, April 26, 2015

NaPoWriMo, Day Twenty-Six, Poem Twenty


Tretina
using an online 3 word generator 

When writing with family, remember personal umbrella,
watch flying volleyballs, stray bottles of pop,
relatives old enough to know terms like pop or people named Spike

like Uncle Brian, who jumps to spike
the ball, bouncing off the umbrella
into your salad, lettuce, dressing, going popl

all over your notebook, just missing the soda pop.
Not far away, your uncle's vodka mix that could spike
into your own, and fancy toothpick umbrellas,

wind taking those umbrellas, wayward spikes, Pop's
propped up picture crucified for Sunday.





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