Napowrimo 25/30: Pearson Road

Pearson Road

On hot southern days
when the air shimmered
and birds ceased to sing,
we’d lounge beneath
the old wisteria tree where
the red clay earth was cool
and compact, our bare legs
stretched out for maximum chill
while we popped Cracker Jack,
admiring the prize of a silver ring
or magnifying glass, great for observing
roly polies. The long leafy strands
encircled us like a bead curtain
in a hippie’s house and we imagined
we were as cool as they,
secretly watching the cows and chickens.


Prompt via Write a poem that explores a small, defined space.

(I’m playing catch-up again!)


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