April 30, 2016 - For today’s prompt, write a dead end poem.

I heard on the radio that railroad crossing bars

are stuck in the down position in SODO

where there’s a baseball game tonight and

Big Bertha is drilling a tunnel under Seattle,

moving the earth and shaking the land

causing the viaduct to be closed,

the whole purpose to make commuting easier

but right now everywhere you turn it’s a dead end.

Drivers give each other the one finger salute

and the sun shines on those who have no idea

where they put their sunglasses seven months ago.

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Thank you for reading....