Whiz/Bang
blindsided
by
his one-line rebuke
me
who is
always irrepressibly
cheerful
is
now reduced to
a
character in conflict
watching
him drive away
w/o
sufficient explanation
the
dust kicking up a cloud
under
the threadbare tires of
his
clattering camper van
whiz/bang
***
I
know, I know. Another small poem. I couldn’t help myself!
In
propinquity,
Nic
