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Poetry | Poetry Writing Prompt

Creeper in a Parking Lot

A free verse poem, followed by a prompt

Image by Etienne Marais from Pixabay

fumbling keys,
I feel a creeper, perched high
in the cab of a white truck.

it’s scabby Old Scratch
eyeball hair braided and beribboned —
a real genteel guy.




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