This is the second draft of something I wrote in response to a 30/30 prompt at the beginning of April. It’s more of a lark than anything, playing with words and form. Please let me know if it works.
it was a bad
run, being in the wrong
place at the wrong
time, up a tree or a creek
sans paddle, bush
whacked and ambushed at the end
of a long string we rode
into a box canyon and ran
Out of Luck
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