A father and son
play baseball
in their yard.
Every time the boy
hits the ball
a dog chases it
then they have to chase
the dog. I slip
this image
into my word bank.
A scrawny woman
sits on her porch,
cigarette dangling
from her lips,
watching ragged kids
run around her messy
yard, the butt bobbing
as she yells at them.
I add her to the piggy bank
getting heavier
by the mile.
A fine, muscled specimen
of maleness
is mowing a lawn
shirtless, all bronzed
and chiseled. Another
shiny coin
of detail slides
into the bank.
I continue driving
my eyes eating up
every morsel.
When I get to camp,
I’ll break the bank open
and write a poem about
the human yard sale.
Big smile, but the butt bobbing threw me. I couldn't figure out whose butt it was - butt as in booty is what I thought, and I tried to picture the woman's butt bobbing, then the kids' butts bobbing, but then I figured out it was the cigarette.
ReplyDeleteWow..Break the bank open and write abt human yard sale. This almost moved my thinking to a different dimension.
ReplyDeleteThat was a marvellous ending.
ReplyDeleteI love it! You've captured the frame of mind it's so hard to describe to non-writers. Beautiful images for your bank.
ReplyDeleteGreat images, you accumulated!
ReplyDeleteLove the bit about the messy yard!
isn't great to go around with your eyes open like that - and so much richer for it.
ReplyDeletethis is priceless linda and makes me want to become more aware of my surroundings... excellent piece.....
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