A little motivation never hurt. Louise is participating in National Poetry Writing Month. Her opening volley is pretty good. Maybe you'd like to give it a go? I'll throw something out from the dark closet of rough, rough drafts, too.
Untitled
Maybe the caterpillars
Will pay for the dying.
Grandmother is waiting
For the women with Scotch
Tape to escort her home,
Turn the compost, doctor
The rugs. I'm waiting
For the genius who stole the
Big Boy to come calling.
I'll say there was a painted
Circle on the roadway,
That I observed a puddle
Of blood and a tennis shoe,
But no nine-foot tall
Bare-footed statue, no
Miracle white Clorox-
Dispensing love.
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