Dangling Participles
Every time something breaks
like the pipe in the wall
we heard gushing
this morning
my wife wants to call
a repairman because
I can’t fix anything
except split infinitives
and dangling participles
and I usually agree
but this time
I mention the kayaks
in the attic and say
why don’t we hop
in the kayaks
open the front door
and sail down the street
wave to the neighbors
cutting their grass
planting their peonies
worrying about crime
and shout best of luck
we’re tired of the good life
we’re sailing away.
Donal Mahoney
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