Today’s prompt is to make a new poem out of an old Emily Dickinson poem. I chose “A Bird, came down the Walk.“
A Drunk Lurched Down the Sidewalk by ARHuelsenbeck A drunk lurched down the sidewalk. He didn’t know I was watching him. He chewed a discarded hot dog, then he drank the dregs of a half-empty Mountain Dew can. He hopped a fence as a VW Beetle jumped the curb. His beady eyes appeared spying hastily all around. I offered him a hand, but he spread his arms and flew away.
Ungracious, that one! Did he have wings? I think I know him. xoxo *smiling with you. this is lovely. xo
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