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blue collar stampede
by Rachelle HoweToday I am an odd bird.
Odd, odd, odder than the
hungry animals
that stalk the strip
are used to hunting.
It must be a pleasure,
a relief, to be a
hungry animal
with patented Dr. Scholls
shoes and a large pension.
Today I want to
learn to catch prey,
pray to the catchers that I
am not captured
between their large claws.
The cobblestones groan
beneath my feet
as I walk-gallop-down
one-way streets.
I inquire of my friend
who has been buried,
like those same stones.
Lucky devils! They
are of more use to society
than this odd bird.
Odd, yes, but alive.
Breathing, flying,
and content.
10/16/2005 Author's Note: writing assignment.
Posted on 10/16/2005
Copyright © 2024 Rachelle Howe
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Laura Doom on 10/16/05 at 10:29 PM I'm usually irritated by author's notes explaining the life out of their creations. This is an exception - I want to know more about the nature of the assignment
Maybe it's an exercise in restraint...maybe I've missed an earthquake or a revelation. Now I have an assignment :) |
| Posted by Steven Kenworthy on 12/12/05 at 04:22 AM i could be so ridiculously wrong, but when i read this it screamed corporate america to me. a playful and enigmatic piece with multiple possible directions. my mind wandered and still i'm reading to make it all out. awesome trivia...such smart words. |
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