By Thomas Page

I am student teaching a senior level class in Washington, DC. They have to write some poems on these prompts. I decided to try all 30 of them. However, I will not say what the prompt was but what it number was.

Prompt #14

The rain poured sideways against the grain of the wood framing the windows

As the banks become the bottom of the river

Pouring out like a greedy Greek chalice.

The water, not clement, rises as it wishes

Imbued with recycled rain from its own body

Now includes the land as its pool.

The torrents as cool as ever filling the cracks in the sidewalk.

The living room becomes the summer cabana

As the water introduces itself into the foyer

As clear as dirty blonde hair

Filling the cracks in the paneling.

The hand reaching out to the other

To climb higher than the clouds

Only to say:

“You have very soft hands.

What moisturizer do you use?”

 

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