Poem of the Day


Forty Four Gallon Drum

by Virginia Lowe



The cricket ball

hits the make-shift wicket

The shout arises


The kids leap about

except the batsman

who hands on the bat

to the next street kid

female this time


Blackberry canes

pour over the edge

The juicy purple fruit

within reach

without prickles


Post cards and fliers

junk mail and love letters

magazines and bills

all drop in

Even an isolated

farm in the country

can’t escape

the tyranny of

the mail


In times past

forty-four gallon drums


in continuing utility

* Submitted in response to Words+Pictures #4



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