Two in the God-forsaken afternoon.
Someone revving an engine.
Mailman throwing newspaper.
Paperboys clean the coffee cup
November sweats profusely
turning autumn yellow a drab black;
prying the minute and second hands,
Everything else stays the same.
playing Frogger in the intersection;
And where summer never ends.
Pushpins of assorted colors
lollygagging on the board;
hang in there, clenched comma
I received a free Kindle, once, in error.
“For each of your trips to the library.”
I returned it with the prepaid stamp.
I, a decent human being, I suppose.
Alyssa Trivett is a wandering soul from the Midwest. When not working two jobs, she listens to music and scrawls lines on the back of gas station receipts. Her work has appeared in Scapegoat Review, numerous anthologies, Peeking Cat, and recently on VerseWrights.com.