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Today's poem or short story prompt is the word "travel / travels / travelling / traveller"
MY PIVOT FOOT
ReplyDeleteif the object of the game
is to move this ball
from that point
to that point
and toss it
through that basket,
my
though is that
it makes more sense
to keep moving
than to stop and
"establish a
pivot
foot", especially since,
i don't HAVE one.
both of my feet
pivot to exactly
the same degree,
less than a
foot
in each direction,
which is exactly
how they were made
and how i intend to
continue using them.
I didn't feel *too* bad about leaving.
They rehearse too many times during the week anyway.
- Mike Fedel
April, 2013
Powers Travel, Dearborn, MI
ReplyDeleteI still meet people
Strangers all
Who tell me
My brother still owes them
Five hundred dollars
Or two thousand dollars
Pick any dollar amount in between
These strangers
Residents of my hometown
Or the next four towns over
Look into my eyes
Glare
Tell me the horrible story
Of being left at the airport
Waiting for the plane
To whisk them away
Dream vacation
Anniversary cruise
How long they had saved
Their disappointment
"I'm so sorry" I say
What else can I tell them
I didn't commit the crime
Still
I wear a scarlet P
Occassionally these sad travellers
Will give me an update
The court sent them fifty dollars
Six months ago
There should be another payment soon
At least he's doing the right thing
They'll tell me
Drugs and alcohol and gambling
That can take a man down
I don't have the heart to tell then
He died three months ago
Catherine Powers
April 25, 2013
Copyright 2013
I don't have the heart to tell them
That will