The Day It Came

Then after we left home that day
we ran out under the sunny, rising sky
while it slowly turned a whitish-gray
and we rode out the rest of the summer weather.
Then when we got back home
we rested and talked and ate
until our stomachs turned sour
from too much sugar and caffeine
and our imaginations overreacted
to every little noise in the evening outside.
And then the moment arrived
and the gentle whistling sour off-key notes stirred
in the trees, strumming like a cool autumn morn,
like handfuls of peanuts and candy corn,
like cups of hot chocolate and black as night coffee,
like the times we wore our pure white sleeves,
the times when the cool traced our hands like leaves.

Ben Plunkett

Greetings from the booming metropolis that is Pleasant View, Tennessee. I am a man of constant spiritual highs and spiritual lows. I pray that I serve God at my highest even when I am lowest.
Ben Plunkett

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Ben Plunkett

Greetings from the booming metropolis that is Pleasant View, Tennessee. I am a man of constant spiritual highs and spiritual lows. I pray that I serve God at my highest even when I am lowest.

2 thoughts on “The Day It Came

  • October 14, 2019 at 6:06 pm
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    Ben is a poet, folks!

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  • October 15, 2019 at 8:15 am
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    This is beautiful, Ben. I especially love the last stanza. It just “feels” like autumn to me. Well done, sir!

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