POETIC LICENSE: Poem in your pocket day

May 7, 2010 1 min read

On April First I wrote a poem

 

For “Poem in Your Pocket Day,”

 

Folded  it oh so neatly

 

Then tucked the poem away

 

In the right side “secret” pocket

 

Of the shorts I wore that day.

 

 

Today is April 29

 

And much to my dismay,

 

I cannot find the special poem

 

I wrote for Pocket Day.

 

I turn the pockets inside out

 

Of all the shorts I own,

 

Find tissues, stubs and wrappers

 

But nothing like a poem;

 

A receipt from a happy hour

 

Not spent in driving home,

 

Pennies and dimes and nickels —

 

Still nowhere is the poem.

 

 

 

And so at the Pocket Open Mic,

 

It’s Sandburg and Millay:

 

” Fog” and “First Fig” prevailing

 

On Poem in Your Pocket Day,

 

Then, as I undress this evening,

 

I find safely tucked away —

 

The laundered remains of the Pocket Poem

 

In the shorts I wore today!