PASSOVER AT THE DOG PARK
by April Halprin Wayland
Eli rests in the dust by the stone bench
on the east end of the dog park
chewing a disgusting tennis ball.
“C’mon, Eli—we’re in the dog park—
chase someone for heaven’s sake!” I yell.
There’s a man on the bench.
“I’m Eli, too.”
I just told him to chase someone
so I apologize.
“It’s short for Elijah,” he says.
I didn’t know.
My Eli was named after a baseball player.
This Eli says he’s always wanted
to walk through
a random open door
on Passover
and say,
“Hey! It’s me! I’m here!”
poem (c) 2012 April Halprin Wayland
Poetry Prompt:
Another true story from the dog park.
During the Passover seder, our family pours a cup of wine and leaves the back door open for the prophet Elijah. I always loved the idea that one day, a man dusty from an unimaginably long walk across the desert would come into our house through that door.
Now it’s your turn. Stand on your head and write a poem for Passover or Easter or Spring. Be unpredictable—come at this topic from a completely different angle. Have fun with this!
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Hi Eli! & Hi Squirrel! xxx
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