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i ate/two hours ago/and have not cleaned up/nor gone anywhere

i fritter/i dawdle

i did put a call in to the surgery liaison lady/because i don’t yet know/when tomorrow i am supposed to show up

got her voicemail left a message

i keep telling myself Get A Move On and my self answers Nothing Doing

but there is something in the nothing that i am doing

and that is charging up/preparing

and taking a quick lookthenlookawayfast

into the abyss

.

i would spit into that abyss

but i don’t want any part of me going there

not now/nor soon

Today’s National Poetry Writing Month 2020 prompt was to write a poem related to objects found during a walk.

the meanderthal

a real-time archeologist
plays ambulatory tic-tac-toe
through the weakly-violated Cartesian grid of greater Phoenix Arizona
and collects
a Lug-Nut, a single Bristle from a Street-Sweeper,
a Tiparillo-Holder with Octagonal Cross-Section,
a Plastic Bottle-Cap with Grip-Ribbing, and–
O MY GOD!–a 1933 MERCURY DIME.

2020 9419 the meanderthal

elation is displaced by S O R R O W
when the archeologist intuits
that the dime was left
deliberately by a
woman facing Death
who had no further use for it.