A wooden pier, a stick
ClankClankClankClank
only it’s a baby, a Blow Pop
ClankClankClankClank
against the bumpy wall
he drags it, then pops it
on his purple lips, licks it
because it’s too big for his mouth
lick, lick, lick
and it falls to the floor and breaks
I wonder what he’ll do
he bends down, examines the sucker
as if it’s a bug
gives the candy to his oblivious mom
who wipes his hands, gives him
a red Blow Pop this time
looks at me and says
it keeps him quiet
ClankClankClankClank
@laurie kolp
Prompt inspiration: IGWRT- Mary’s Mix Bag Fridays- The ordinary