The Miss Rumphius Effect posted a Tuesday poetry stretch that challenged us to use the terms "loose change" in a poem. I must confess, I cheated. I wrote this poem the other day, but I knew the words "loose change" would fit better than the phrase I used. So I exchanged two of my words for two of her words and wah-la! Here it is:
Coke Man
The Coke man
parks his cart
by the school gates
waiting
for droves of children
hot, tired,
thirsty,
coins ringing
in their pockets.
Bottle pops open,
fizzy liquid flows into a
bag,
secured with a rubber band
in one corner,
a straw hole in the other.
I hand over my loose change,
and begin the hot walk home,
my bag of Coke bobbing
with each step.
ChiangMai, Thailand
1 comment:
What a sharp picture. I can almost feel the hot sun and the sweet drink bobbing along. Soda in a bag - people are ingenious! You fit the phrase in a natural spot.
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