Just Another Misconception
silly poet,
silly me.
to think I could
master nature,
as if a rake
would stop falling leaves,
as if the moon goes dark
when I close my eyes.
II. (Miz Quickly: Chatterbox)
Just Another Cup of Coffee
Two neighbours, sipping coffee that’s
the temperature of warm weather.
No, she says, I won’t get on a bike.
Skinny tyres make me look fat.
The other woman nods agreement.
Are you agreeing that I’m fat, she asks.
No, says the other woman. I’m agreeing
about bikes. I fell off mine. Broke two ribs.
Gave the damned thing to a young mother
whose son wanted to go here and there,
and wherever kids go nowadays.
The woman who hates skinny tyres says,
Speaking of kids, only 2 trick-or-treaters
came by the other day. Rain, I reckon.
Yeah, says the other, kids hate rain.
By the way, she continues, did you hear
a dog barking all night.
The skinny tyres woman says, Yeah,
that was my dog. Chihuahuas are like
small men — yapping all the time.
Note: I have nothing against Chihuahuas, small men, etc. etc.
These poems/prose are draft versions, written in participation of Miz Quickly’s prompts and Writers’ Digest (Poetic Asides) November poem-a-day challenge. The aim: to produce a chapbook for submission. ©Misky 2022 Shared with #amwriting on Twitter
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