The prompt at NaPoWriMo today was:
Today, I’d like to challenge you to write a poem that incorporates overheard speech. It could be something you’ve heard on the radio, or a phrase you remember from your childhood, even something you overheard a coworker say in the break room! Use the overheard speech as a springboard from which to launch your poem. Your poem could comment directly on the overheard phrase or simply use it as illustration or tone-setting material.
Hand-in-hand, I walk
my daughter into the only cafe
in the historical downtown district.
Giddily, she is immediately taken
by the colorful array of stone-dish
photos of cheeseburgers
five-layer deep and the variety
of busy-kitchen aromas.
As I half-heartedly finger the menu
I can't help but particularly oversee
a conversation between two
middle-aged gypsies, their long skirts
whispering together beneath
a tall table beyond the dusty
picture window they bend their
heads toward the eye-gaze of
one another like conspirators,
their faces pinched with a serious
severity that I dare believe can
only arrive beyond a certain physical age.
They complain of how an unexpected
frost stole the beginning buds of
a precious garden, their unwanted
premature patches of gray, and I
observe the way a deep dissatisfaction
pinches at their faces.
How they fail to notice the drizzle
disappear, a wavering sun blinking
his eyes behind the city-building horizon.
I pity the resilience of their quiet anger
and resolve never to be an old grump
as I throw my daughter an air kiss
over thirsty soda-pops with extra fizz,
then we walk back into the world,
across the threshold of an early afternoon,
each of us tipping our heads back
with the laughter of life, mouths parting,
swallowing little yellow,
invisible particles of sun.