Trouble Afoot, a poem by Carl "Papa" Palmer at Spillwords.com

Trouble Afoot

Trouble Afoot

written by: Carl “Papa” Palmer

 

The wet white sock looks like a snowball
melting on the ground my side of the sidewalk
perhaps providing clue to the lost mate mystery
Mom mentioned every wash day Wednesday
sorting clothes at our farmhouse on Old Mill Road.

Like a brown shadow, sitting in paired partnership,
the nylon stocking, sultry foot cover companion,
cohorts in crime, fleeing from last night’s Halloween
heist, Bonnie abetting Clyde, discarding disguises while
police with whistles gave chase through my cul-de-sac.

Carl "Papa" Palmer

Carl "Papa" Palmer

Carl “Papa” Palmer of Old Mill Road in Ridgeway, Virginia, lives in University Place, Washington. He is retired from the military and Federal Aviation Administration (FAA) enjoying life as “Papa” to his grand descendants and being a Franciscan Hospice volunteer. Carl is a Pushcart Prize, Best of the Net and Micro Award nominee.
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