It's Still Life

The Snap and Pop

Like a shape
you don’t want
crossing your path at night,

real as an ancient tree,
a face like a chiseled wall.
He’s shadowland.

I move to make empty space between us,
but I can still hear him, snapping and
popping his chewing gum.

A quadrille written for dVerse Poets, the word this week is “Pop”. Quadrille: 44 words, sans title, including the word pop.   Some artwork is created using Midjourney AI, and is identified as such in the ALT text or captioned. Imagery and poems ©Misky 2023.