november poem-a-day, day 14
I waited until the last minute to write today, and it shows. Today’s prompt for Day 14 in the PAD challenge is “write a crossroads poem.” I attempted to write about a crossroads’ synoynm, “juncture,” thinking I might capture those moments when outcomes are settled, which might call to mind the moments of luck or inattention that preceded them. I attempted a random list that juxtaposes emotionally opposite, but unrelated experiences. Listening to myself set it up, perhaps it was doomed before it began!
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This yellow bi-plane’s emergency landing really happened. It was upside-down in the field near the orchard all day. This afternoon, they put it on a trailer, and we watched its police escort pass our driveway and meander down our narrow road. This isn’t the final poem place destination for that plane. How often does a bright yellow plane drop out of the sky next to your house? How often is the pilot OK? How often does his wife arrive at the scene so calm she stops at the farm store and buys apples for the rescuers? You haven’t heard the last from me about the little yellow plane.