"For today’s prompt, write a discovery poem. The narrator could discover an object, a person, an animal, a dishonorable deed, or any number of things. Poets can focus on the discovery, examine the aftermath, or even just mention it in passing."
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| The Jetty Lives On |
I sit alone in my Jeep with no words
at the ball field, wind so strong it sounds
like the stormy ocean waves splashing
twenty feet above the jetty the last time
we stayed there. Off in the distance
crowds cheer. And behind that, a jet
full of travelers invades the sound
barrier of my private time, the only place
I allow myself to cry anymore. A lone
red-headed hummingbird takes a quenching
sip from a bird feeder like the one in your prized
rose garden. I imagine you pressed into the seat
next to me, breathing, being proud of my son
the way you would if you were (still )
real. And then it hits me
all over again. You will be dead for the rest
of my life. And I must be part of the living.
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