The Writing Cooperative and Chalkboard Magnet Poetry Prompt, submission #1
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Fallen pennies own their own wishes
you’re no longer my hot tub
a tricycle for that winter
dropped from the sky.
You have hidden details
blocking the path
“Oh,” sullen elsewheres
You have been coy, casual, and wrathful
You need a bath!
I cannot take your hand
onto the carousel
with its skeins of pigtails and
melon colored steeds as the
cancan music plays
swirling in a flask like a Ferris wheel.
Unable to cry
I need no divinations or inductions
or your giant pockets
I’ll just stare at the bandoleers.