checking out a different direction

Slow Mo City never got too snooty
about being too tidy but rudely
tossing wrappers from candies
or candy bars brought normally
sunny smiles quickly down to frowns,
especially when a perfectly usable
receptacle was never far away

no matter where a Slow Mo  
City citizen may stand or sit
or sleep. Besides, with so many
sunny smiles always afloat
and passing in cars or on bicycles
– and yes a tricycle or two too –
who but a grouchy grump could bring
so many sunny smiles quickly down to frowns.  

Well there was a fellow we’ll call Max
who had become a recent Slow Mo
City transplant so he was no stranger
to the convenient receptacles
and he’d just plopped himself
on the bench and pulled his candy bar
from his pocket and ripped the wrapper

and the chocolate candy bar’s
creamy sweetness outweighed
his rise from his bench but just then
a breeze blew in and though within his
chocolate candy bar blur,
Max felt the breeze try to yank
the wrapper loose but just then,

Constable Stuart Staples appeared
and Constable Stuart Staples
was among the gentlest-hearted
constables in all of Slow Mo’s passel
of constables and said as he sauntered by,
“why not just tuck that wrapper in your pocket,
take your time with your chocolate candy bar’s

creamy sweetness I see already
melts in your hand and when you finish
you can just drop it in that
conveniently placed receptacle.”
“Wow. Why didn’t I think of that?”
“It takes time for new folks to learn to relax
around here. Have yourself a fine evening.”

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About Timmy the Scribbler

Love to write all kinds of stuff I love writing so many different kinds of stuff it is a constant struggle to narrow the focus to a manageable handful and let the others go. But a few years ago I dipped my fingers into a poetry pie and of all my uncertainties, one thing that is no uncertainty is that it is one passion that must remain, so maybe that's the one. I do dearly delight in chopping up fictional works into stanzas and syllables.
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