Chapbook

Kenny O'Donnell

I see that familiar

Piece of trash

Fumbling

Dancing

In the wind

It carries the grit and grime

Of the high street pavement

And the stains of muddied puddles

I pick my chapbook

To stop it mocking me further

I handed it out

Only ten minutes ago.

I put it in the bin

Where I see another one

And wonder if my hopes

Are getting cozy in there too

 

  • Author: Kenny O'Donnell (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: August 7th, 2024 12:42
  • Category: Reflection
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  • sorenbarrett

    Nicely symbolic the poem dances like the item put in the bin. Nicely done

  • Tony36

    Great write



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