locking the keys
in the car
and late, so late
for the seminar
the motivational
inspirational speaker
scribbles down
some opening lines
Despair
is an optional extra
Hope
is a spare set of keys
Innovation
is a coat hanger
and the squealing
screeching, siren sound
scattering birds to the trees
parting window blinds
and rousing dogs to imitation
and the slice in your thumb
and the blood running down
your sleeve
that
is the rallying
gathering round
for crying out loud
of your Dreams
This poem appears in
Pass it Along
© Brendan Bonsack
April 2017