…
He’s stood high
on one too many beams, balanced
reams and reams of paper
-work, shirked days for nights
and slighted his own
for another
way. Give him a
hammer, some nails,
a trail of holes to make
and hearts to take
home, a temporary place
to call his own. Let him lace
his left shoe with more
than booze and blow and song.
Bid him be
-long. Wake him up
to the way he’s closer
to the sky, nearer to the up
-side than the down, surrounded
by the city’s truest song.
..
prompted by OctPoWriMo, day 24.
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OMG, this is awesome!!! I love all your line breaks and rhymes. Super snazzy story(s) hidden in there too.
This is my favorite bit of magic:
“Let him lace
his left shoe with more
than booze and blow and song.”
ah, this shoe story is so much better than the Old Woman’s 😉
That is a grand story – I really love how these photo/story poems have turned out!
I have a deep respect for people who really work hard.