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.