A poet can always turn a bad situation into a poem! Yup,my fun day today!
THE MAELSTROM OUTSIDE THE MALL Mellowing out at the mall, Amidst the short and the tall Shelves, filled with shirts and shoes, A mixture of reds and a lot of blues. Leaving was like a treacherous storm. A sweeping car with a demonic form. As I beeped my horn, he ignored the bell. Almost hit on the driver side, we both would yell. This wild-eyed bat, wouldn’t pull up his car. Who knows why he took his dereliction way too far. I couldn’t open the door. Trapped for a minute or five. Armed with a walkie-talkie, a timely hero would arrive. Finally I can loosen my panicked grip of fear. Leave with the anxious shirt and shoes I wear. I lighten the curses that plummet from my lips. For sure, this visit to the outlet mall was quite a trip. 3/29/2018
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