Shawn L. Bird

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poem: The Game April 16, 2018

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 12:33 pm
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He serves: I’m working late

She returns: Sounds good. I think I’ll go out, myself

He lobs: Who are you going with?

She returns: Why does it matter?

He stretches, just manages: You might be in an accident.  I should know where to look.

She returns to the far corner: So I can stop into the office and see you this evening?

He turns too slowly, can’t reach far enough: Uh.

Zero love.

 

#NaPoWriMo prompt 16 about a game.

(Still writing poems that connect with my current novel writing project)

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3 Responses to “poem: The Game”

  1. Love what you’ve done here!

  2. colonialist Says:

    Love it! Particularly the love zero outcome!

  3. Steve Lakey Says:

    Excellent. The game of Life!


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