Garbage bag poncho

[Cullen]

Yeah so i was cart attending and well i talk to myself when i get bored so i started telling myself a story, in poem form....here it is i present you with "Garbage bag poncho" this is version two because i cant write while pushing carts....

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He wore a garbage bag poncho
A boy scout at heart.
The rain bit at his face
He knew how it’d go
The door would fly open
He’d grab her hands in his
And not know what to say
The words would slip out
He’d say “you wanna-“
She’d stop him with “yes”
And love would begin
Though destined to fail
For after this
Summer romance,
High school romance,
He was off to bigger things
Far from her and here and now.
This all did not matter
Three months remained
For him to be hers
And her to be his.
He was a dreamer,
A brain and a fool.
He was a student,
A geek yet a jock
But when they met
Outside of school,
Cliques fade
For they are who they really are
When they aren't defined
By clubs and friends,
Classes and grades.
They were a perfect match.
He stepped out of his world,
And in through the door.
His garbage bag poncho cold and wet.
She laughed at the poncho.
His fantasy was over
For he was a cart attendant
And she worked on sales floor

[Stoic]

I must say that I enjoy the circular nature of this poem, how the beginning and the end are really the same. Also, the use of opposites in the middle portion is quite fun. The concept of the broken barries is a good topic and well flushed out., and finally, the cold realization was a great ending. Bravo

[Cullen]

Thank you for the feedback!