Street Metal (Limerick)
By Madeleine Begun Kane
While I drive, I espy something bright.
To avoid it, I swerve to the right.
People honk. (It’s New York.)
Then I see — it’s a fork
In the road. That’s what made me uptight.
(Prompted by Writers Island.)
And speaking of poetry prompts, there’s still lots of time to participate in my latest prompt. My topic is decisions and indecision. (Although I usually post prompts every Friday, my current prompt will remain open until February 1 because I’ll be traveling.)
