Saturday, September 10, 2022

A Poem by Diane Webster

At Rest

The old woman sits on the park bench.
Her wide-brimmed garden hat
shades her face from sunshine
now too late to prevent wrinkles.
Her cane leans against one leg;
a can of pop chills her hand
resting against her other knee.
She stares at the ground
as a parade of ants scurry
in frantic scavenger hunt.

The woman contemplates
stomping her shoe to smash
as many ants as possible
or playing pool with her cane
to shoot ants into death's pocket
or splash a bit of cola
causing a stampede
to the sweet puddle.

Diane Webster's goal is to remain open to poetry ideas in everyday life, nature or an overheard phrase and to write.  Diane enjoys the challenge of transforming images into words to fit her poems.  Her work has appeared in "El Portal," "North Dakota Quarterly," "Eunoia Review" and other literary magazines.

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