#NPM2018: Prompt 19

2 thoughts on “#NPM2018: Prompt 19”

1. Kevin Hodgson says:

   April 19, 2018 at 3:45 am

   It’s the waiting
   the wondering
   the worrying about
   arrival,
   the listening
   the distractions
   the contraptions
   of the world,
   covering up the sound
   I’ve found I’m always here
   listening for.

   — Kevin

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2. Bud Hunt says:

   April 20, 2018 at 9:50 am

   Dave’s Double

   I never knew I wanted you
   but like with most best things
   you found me.

   We could be alone together.
   That was new.

   I remember your last day.
   The girls all left town because they couldn’t handle it.
   (Of course, I couldn’t, either. But sometimes that’s the gig.)
   You didn’t know different,
   but I kept the windows down.

   And there was the special trip to Wendy’s,
   where I bought a big ol’ combo
   that I didn’t eat.
   You did.
   Happily.

   And the windows were down again as
   we set off
   a short trip
   strip mall
   string the parking space along
   extra lap around the block
   they left us alone together
   shaving
   a little push they let me give

   And then silence. Stillness.
   Alone by myself.

   You live now in a box moved twice from a
   buffet in the dining room to a cabinet in the basement guest room.

   You live other places, too, but those’re the weirder ones.
   Those’re the ones I remember first.

   — Bud Hunt
   April 20th, 2018
   https://www.evernote.com/l/AAE1yw3UOXdHq5GIfnQns73J14qvIcieDgA

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