I took page-turner to the Monument green space
to sit by the water-spouter and sprinkler
Park-poopers walk by leading leash-holders who
follow behind with baggies and scoopers
Small-gigglers roll on the green flora as
small-giggler-tenders explain that the nymph in the sprinkler has special permission and they must keep their clothes on.
Sitters at tables nibble on wrappers dropping crumbs
A tattered man goes from table to table begging for change but
no one knows how to transform him
I turn the last page of my who-done-it page-turner
and walk home to a place that once was a warehouse but
now is a place that I live in.
napowrimo day 20. prompt to write a ‘kenning’ poem. This doesn’t quite do that but sometimes it’s just fun to play with words