April PAD 7: Life is a Highway


Coulda-woulda-shoulda scaffolding
holds that hopeful billboard
afloat in the horizon, blocking
the setting sun whose sure
approach we then regard with reproach.
The science of possibility so affirmed
in the way we tie our shoe laces
or position our butts over a chair
without fear of crashing—
only occasionally remembering that splintered legs
contain an entrepreneurial inspiration,
a reset button, a backward glance
of hypothetical analysis that can lead us no where,
or to our future.

Prompt: Write a “what if?” poem
Today’s Writing Setting: In bed

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