Saturday, July 13, 2019

Overread at Table 3: Poem of the Day

Rain on the patrol car.
Watching the entrance.
She'll be coming out soon.
We'll get her then.
I say we use handcuffs.
My partner wants to use zipties.
We'll rock-paper-scissors for it.


from a @realisticpoetry prompt

for Middleborough

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