Seen on my walk – a delivery truck
Was being
unloaded. One box
Was plunked
on the ground; some may be out of luck
For its eggs
might have suffered some shocks.
Another
block on, there was parked on the street,
With a
fender that suffered a wham!
A new pick-up
truck named, just to make it complete,
In big
letters, you guessed it – a RAM!
Saw three
pickleball games and a guy with green hair –
Just a
typical 6 a.m. sight.
In the city,
no matter the time, you’ll be where
Something’s
sure to surprise or delight.
I am writing to request your permission to include a portion of your poem, "Bookmark," originally published on PoetrySoup, in one of my chapters. We will fully credit both you and PoetrySoup.
ReplyDeletePer our publisher's guidelines, we require formal author permission for all featured material. Could you please let me know if you grant permission to use the following excerpt?
"A bookmark separates the future
From the part that’s passed...
…No way to tell what’s waiting in the wings.
We turn the page, the bookmark moves,
No matter what it brings."
—Ilene Bauer 2017[i]