PAD 25

Write a sport’s poem.
I did my power walk this morning but I’m not
feeling very sporty today and
I’m not in the mood today to write anything that will make my head hurt
so my offering is a little silly.



Along Dilly’s Road,
the waves gentle and
free. I spy a silver thing-a-ma-
jig near an antique bob-i-link filled
with lace doilies, my heart beats like a
tom-tom. I want more of these but the
lady in gray snatches them away.
I throw a pretty punch

bowl at her knees
and scoop up my
treasures strewn
under the maple tree
then drive on to the next
over-stuffed garage.

(photo: stock.xchng:gastonmag)


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