If you don’t live it, it won’t come out of your horn. ~ Charlie Parker
Day20: 30Poems 30Days
(Poet’s note: We have more legos than I care to count. Lego heads, lego legs, lego bodies, lego … stuff. This poem was inspired by the pain of stepping on one a few days ago. They may be small but they sure do hurt.)
I stub my toe on a Lego
and rue the day we ever brought them into this house -
these tiny creatures that come alive at night
while we sleep,
only to freeze in motion when my foot hits the floor.
I wish they’d at least have the courtesy of moving
to the corner.
And, again, here is the voicethread.
Peace (with the plastic people),
Kevin
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