Poem to minimalist photography
Another shoddy report card,
Dragging heavily in his top pocket,
His shoes were shinier,
Than his future,
His excuses were brittle,
Muddled alone in the browning leaves,
With barely a hint of verdant,
They had expired,
Mother was going to flip out,
Verbal acrobatics across the kitchen,
No rolling out of this one,
His knees knocked,
One foot in front of the next,
Sheen faded on the dirtied paint,
He tried to walk the line,
As he slipped through the crack.
© Darius the Mate
Written for dVerse.
Glenn A. Buttkus’s minimalist photography can be found at South Sound Minimalist Photos.
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