The echo of the last happy child's laugh
sits in the amusement park parking lot,
its only companion, a dented, empty soda can
in whose metallic stripe, admires its reflection.
Can tired, huffs breath, life support
on the way to rust & they talk deep into
the night about stuff that don't mean much,
filling moments, til the Moon lies, in the ditch.
Through the fence a blue jay alights on the
fortune teller's booth, springing it to mechanized life,
lights chasing each other round the square window
as a moving hand promises fortunes for four quarters.
Whir, Whirrr, Whirrrrr, the brushes of the
street sweeper call the robot gypsy's bluff,
signalling the end of a season, it sucks them up,
re-cycling the year that was, into tomorrow.
One Shot Wednesday was created a little over a year ago by four people that wanted to see poetry elevated and poets encouraged. I had the honor or firing the first One Shot and this will be my last. Officially, I will leave OSP on the 19th. Thank you to the poets that made it what it is, and the dear friends that came from it. I will continue my journey, in life & blog, and hope to still sow seeds of encouragement in the lives of those I have the opportunity to meet along way.