The Grass
HER. I almost forgot. The lawn looked dry.
HIM. What lawn?
HER. Ours. I noticed while I was waiting for you tonight…in the car.
HIM.I wish you wouldn’t do that. Baumgartner is always ribbing me about it.
HER. Wish I wouldn’t do what?
HIM. Wait in the car until we leave.
HER. Joey Baumgartner should mind his business.
HIM. The sprinklers have a schedule. You have to admit it’s a little nutty.
HER. Sitting in my own car, in my own driveway, in front of my own house. I wouldn’t need to if you were on time.
HIM. I’m not that late.
HER. You’re always late. You should water the grass when we get home.
HIM. It’ll be close to ten when we get home. Besides it’s not good for it.
HER. What? It’s grass.
HIM. It gets mold if you water at night.
HER. So? It’s grass.
HIM. All the experts say it’s bad for the grass.
HER. Well, my experts say it’s good for the water bill.
HIM. Fine. I’ll water the grass.
Note: Quick banter has a rhythm of its own. ‘HIM’ and ‘HER’ have been married for decades and have little left to say. When they do connect it is in a satirical, shorthanded style of ….well….poetry.
This is an excerpt from a one act play, written by this poet, entitled “Date Night”.
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Have you seen the wonderful anthology, “Radiant Verses“, that PoetrySoup.org published?
They honored two of my poems by including them in this book.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~More poetry by Trisha
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