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I'm trying to participate in Mary Lee Hahn's "Our Wonderful World."
This morning I taught a class, then got a call that my mom had been hospitalized again.
So I spent a good part of today in Colorado Springs with her. And by the time I got home, there were not a whole lot of poems.
This started out as a haiku.
But then the last line wouldn't work.
But I liked it.
So I left it.
And so it's only kind of a haiku.
"Empire State Building"
Tower slices sky
a geometric symphony
of curves and quadrilaterals.
(C) Carol Wilcox, 2014***********
And then I read an article about a Ford mustang being sawed apart and hauled up elevators for a fiftieth anniversary celebration. And it felt like there was a poem there somehow.
You are cordially invited
a shiny silver
sawed into three parts
then stuffed into elevators
up 86 floors
to be reassembled
by the world.
(c) Carol Wilcox, 2014
Sorry to hear about your mom.
Love the ridiculously extravagant idea of sawing a mustang apart and reassembling it 86 floors up!
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