Average Stretch Neck
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It’s after 10 pm.
My eyes have little fires
behind them.
The vise-grip
of late evening
has a firm hold
on the back
of my neck,
squeezing.
I’ve just finished
calculating averages
for my tenth-grade
students, playing
cards with my mom,
who is staying
with us for 6 weeks,
making pork roast,
mashed potatoes,
and broccoli
with cheese sauce
for supper,
and taking myself
and my frustrations
for a walk,
leaking the tribulations
of the day
onto the sidewalk.
Now, I stretch
my fingers over
the keyboard
hoping a perfect
ending to this poem
will magically
slide out.
7 comments:
and ending with perfection it did indeed... wish someone would come cook all that good old american food for me!!!!
i love how this flows so smoothly, from one idea to the next. and the
part that reads 'leaking the tribulations of the day onto the sidewalk' is brilliant, i would say! the ending is so cool...the words match exactly what the reader feels as s/he slides off the ending of the poem itself...perfect all the way around!
And you made it admirably :-)
The magic was there! ;)
And it did indeed Linda! Wonderful job!
I think you got the ending you wished for :)
Hope things slow down a bit for you! Or you could just give all your 10th graders an A... ;)
absolutely lovely.
and now you've gotten me very hungry!!! :)
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