"Expecting a flood?"
The boy tugs his too short jeans.
He's dry, but drowning
in loud, cruel laughter,
embarrassment, and the shame
of empty pockets.
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About Me
- Maude Lynn
- Anybody who has survived his childhood has enough information about life to last him the rest of his days. ---Flannery O'Connor
11 comments:
What power here! I had no idea where this was leading and was surprised by the ending. Well done, Mama Zen!
Floods here and here and here
Well done indeed, as always, MZ!
Sylvia
How those things can hurt us then, the jeers of our peers--At least we can just tell them to bugger off and mean it when we're older.
Kids have no mercy with each other.
caught me off guard with unexpected take on the prompt ... very clever!
That brought back some childhood memories. Kids can be so mean.
Kids can be cruel.
Really nicely done, you have a way with the form, love your Haiku's
I like the fire in your words... even in haiku form, you don't lose your voice.
Love the meaningful and creative take on the prompt ~ I also post in another blog, using my real name - Grace
painful...
Heartbreaking. I remember this kid.
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