Sunday, October 23, 2011
After (Hours of) Going Nowhere
"Slow down. I'm asking him
for directions since you're too
proud to admit defeat," said
the disgruntled wife, panting
~after (hours of) going nowhere~
a trip to the city nit-picked down
to every last detail, suitcases
packed, tickets hot and wild plans lost
to self-will; she'd finally had enough.
Picture inspiration: Magpie Tales
Prompt inspiration: Kerry at Imaginary Garden with Real Toads asked us to write a puente poem. You can find out more at the site.