Beetlebung and Kettlehole--April Poems

At the End

Wishing to do something
worthwhile, concrete
assorted structures you studied,
neighborhoods you explored
sorrows you reshaped as joys
and vice versa,
and you waited
changing, though not changing,
but living in purgatory.

You thought, at the end
you’d figure out all the answers
filling in the blanks perfectly
frolicking, craving
in a world of lost brain cells
collapsing unto itself.

How patient you were!

And what came off
your wish?
An empty rhetoric
and your huge shock!


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Prompt: getting there, a destination, an outcome