My Monday actually fell on a Monday. And it was hot outside. Around 80 degrees when I arrived at work around 2230. So much for a nice spring to lead into the summer months. It was also a holiday weekend, which I had off. It was spent with my beautiful wife doing things, but nothing in particular. And then back to work, where we got a bit of work to do right out of the chute.
This poem is in the concrete poem style. Not rhyming or rigidly metered, the style is characterized by it's shape. The words are used to show as well as tell.
Broken Glass Door
The night tonight was warm. Sweaty, sultry warm
My usual first night back talk cut short by burglars
Location? Same as before
Business Different this time
But only 2 doors down
Lights on Guns ready
We found Nothing inside
The register was open and
empty. The owner could not
be reached. Funny that she
will probably protest tomorrow
about the bill to board up
her business, but she also authorized the service if
she could not be reached. Not really my concern.
Board up man was a hoot
Boots. Jorts. Cowboy hat and
American Flag t-shirt
Stay classy North shore
It took 30 to close the door
The call lasted three hours
Afterwards I drove round and
round and round. No one
was out. Until there they were
2 people by a closed business
Stranded so close to home
but too far to walk by an overpriced taxi driver. They
got a ride to the car. Courtesy of the police. For free
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