November 8, 2022: a Day of No Consequence

Two trips to the bank to get $200,
A three-hour wait for a tow truck
To come, a stop at the grocery store
To learn again that it's sold out
Of croutons and limeade and eggs.
What sort of a store doesn't have
Any croutons?  A half-hearted
Effort to buy an old truck to replace
One my drunk son ran into a ditch,
A pair of boarding passes printed
To let us take seats on a Denver-
Bound plane and a parking space
Claimed in a cheap airport lot.
Two pizzas to pick up at 6:45
In the dark and the rain
And the unending wind.  A day
Of ridiculous triumphs and losses
Is ending.  It will not be missed.





Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2022-11-09 at 00:51

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Griffonner The PoetBay support member heart!
Jeez! What a day! I don't envy you this day, Lawrence. The poem itself, however, is another masterclass of your observational poetry.
Allen
2022-11-09