This is a practiced attempt at an improv of the poem by Theodore Roethke we did in class on Wednesday "My Papa's Waltz". Man this was harder than I thought it would be...
Running down the street
Dodging cracks and shots
By street lights hoisting
Two "eighties" and captured bugs.
Sneaker laces pounding the concrete (I think this might be three, anybody want to help me??)
In unison with fading hums.
The idea of night snaking
Through cracks in the pavement.
Corners skipped over as the sun
squeezed through tree branches.
Home is 4 blocks away.
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