Thursday, August 19, 2021

after the storm - today's instant poem

after the storm-

Royce strolled over

his 1948 convertible was filled with water

he got in without opening the door

and the car started like a champ

as he drove off 

the water up to his shoulders

he thought: I'M AQUAMAN

amidst the fish nibbles

under the re-percussing wavelets




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