Today’s NaPoWriMo prompt “… suggests writing a poem in which a villain faces an unfortunate situation, and is revealed to be human (but still evil)…”
I don’t understand. A new neighbor
seems to have appeared, just
down the street, at the old Morton place.
Must have happened overnight.
Maybe movers do such things,
these 24/7 days. I’m sorry I missed it.
I take pride in noting the comings
and goings of the neighborhood –
gives me something to talk about.
It’s a wonder I missed it; my son
parks me right here, by the window
every day while he works at the motel.
Maybe this is a sign.
Maybe I’m really losing it this time.
Maybe I just sat here staring,
stuck in my chair, as they carried boxes
to and fro, putting them down for a break
and a friendly wave at me now and then.
I’ll have Norman bake them a cake.
Written by Elizabeth Boquet, April 2018