Today, I kept on (one of) my topic(s) from yesterday–Etan Patz, the first missing child to be featured on a milk carton–but tried the prompt from NaPoWriMo.net from yesterday to play with voice.
QUARTER IN THE POCKET
I left home
with a quarter in my pocket
to buy milk for lunch.
It jangled metallic
against a button
from my shirt
and the sound moved my feet.
You left home
with a quarter in your pocket
that we gave you
with a brown bag
full of lunch.
Your feet
still in velcro (no ties yet)
made rubber-light taps
on the front steps
hopping two at a time.
He left home
with a quarter in his pocket,
belly breakfast-full
and soft under flannel
and corduroy.
It was his first time
walking to the bus alone
but can he really
be alone
in such a big city?
