Before We Get Bored

We launched the remnants
of a poplar tree
through the air
and watched it come down
with a smack.

There’s something so satisfying
about flinging logs
in random directions
and watching passers-by
scratch their heads in amusement.

Next time we’ll make
papier mâché planes
and float them over the lake
until they fall
and get soaked through,
an exercise that will last
maybe thirty seconds
before we get bored
and break out the beers.

Author: Aidan Badinger

Wharved.com I am a poet. I write poems. Titles and subjects and subsequent readership are all part of one fragmented figment of our universe, and it's nice that we take it so seriously. Hopefully the craft remains and grows stronger for our children. View all posts by Aidan Badinger