Prompt: Write a poem about your hometown.
A sleepy town with not much to do
But it just seems that way because it’s all been done
Many times
The funny-smelling roller skating rink with the 90’s design and wacky rugs
The bowling alley with the arcade and overpriced prize counter
Families rotating between 4 different parks,
One of which isn’t even technically in our town
Over the years, more people come in
But we get more places to eat
Instead of more things to do
The roller skating rink shut down too
I guess we’ll just buy coffee and food again
And eat in the Target parking lot
Before going inside to spend money we never planned to spend
And coming out, not feeling a shred of remorse
Then we’ll drive to a park and walk around the trails,
usually twice, because we get tired
then we’ll say goodbye and go home with our goodies
In two weeks, when the boredom consumes us once again
On a sleepy day, with nothing to do
We’ll send each other a snap to do it all again
Because that’s all we have to do… just maybe in a different order