Tuesday, October 13, 2009

Scoring Prose into Poetry

I know what I want
food
but I'll soon want something specific
Muffins!
There were leftover
apple cinnamon muffins from
last night
that and
I'm pressed for time
The bus
arrives at 8:01
I pull two from the plastic bag
Checking to make sure the bottoms weren't burned
I grab
the orange juice from the cool refrigerator
and pour myself a glass.

~Kent

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