Monday, February 10, 2020

From Picture to Page: Tantrum

Haven't written a lot of poems or done much photography for the past week. Took this photo yesterday while on errands. Running on deadline-induced adrenaline today.


Who left broken carriage
in the middle of the street,
not even folded to rest.

Maybe guy downstairs
who wanted to kick it
to other side of street,

Stopping just short
of throwing rest of way
before he raged on home,

down cellar, hurled laundry
out of dryer, marched up
to his dead-eyed wife.

Where did he draw the line
before he stomped out dusk,
slamming every door.

Who cares. Lights go out
each floor. Our towels dried,
curl kitten-balled, rest overnight.

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