Wednesday, April 28, 2010

napowrimo: april 28

One day on the corner near home, you see a large green bag. Suddenly, the bag begins to shake.
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Dot Hearn said...

the green bag
by dot

miracles come in small packages, i've heard
but so do bombs and kittens and broken glass.
but this was no small package and
the nickelodeon flubber green plastic-looking bag was breathing
or birthing
or breaching.
i couldn't tell and thought of approaching it
but flashes from hitchcock movies and alien films
danced across the screen in my memory.
or maybe like in the old days
like candid camera and as i approached something would jump out
caught on tape to embarrass me by later,
with a host who came out from behind a parked car
and said
'smile.'
maybe it's the host in the bag.
maybe it's the bit of undigested beef stew that scrooge talked about.
maybe it's an hallucination and it's time for me to go home.

and maybe i'm asleep.
dreaming.
or wish i was.

April 29, 2010 at 12:31 AM
Deb Scott said...

playful bag
by Deb

the weather mild
i decide to take an easy stroll
not too far i think, just a friendly
round, round the neighborhood
passing each home i gaze
new growth abounds
color splashed landscaping
like that from a childs
spin art paint wheel

breathing, smiling, noticing
a green bag up ahead
no other thoughts urgent
so i ponder this bags contents
the lawn is still long i see
so no clippings of grass
too soon for fallen leaves
(wrong season and all)
maybe discards of clothing
headed to goodwill?

as my brain plays with possibilities
the bag begings to shake
i stop short, heart quick beats
oh no, not rat not snake
mind now blinking the code
for danger, danger, danger

i hear a little vrooming noise
confusion comes in quick breaths
then something
a flick of light or shadow
and in a window i can see
two young heads
hands over mouths with
wild giggles
playful mocking, no malice

i give a look that cries 'uncle'
both boys smile wide
bag shakes more and more
plastic begins to stretch
whatever is in wants out
waiting to be born
noise amplifies
vroommm and screech
then bursting forth
the remote control
monster truck
growls running fast
stopping at my feet

April 29, 2010 at 12:43 AM

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