Deep breath in
The sun's smile
greets me
and I'm distracted
by the spring air
and warmth.
Sweep here,
Wipe there,
What else?
Two steps in
one shoe slipped off
I hear a squeak.
My mind wonders
with a quick inhale
my shoe slips on.
A quickness in my step
I can see it down the street.
Grabbing the handles,
swing and tilt
I awkwardly flee
down the driveway.
Whispering, "don't fall."
Wondering, will I make it?
My heart pounding
I slowly walk back
realizing,
Huh, that wasn't the garbage truck.
"Trash is out!"
I love the ending of your poem, Betsy. I hope you will send me an image poem for my Poetryliscious Gallery. I posted the invitation last week and again tonight at my blog. I would also love to have some student samples for the online gallery.
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