Monday, February 9, 2026

Poems & Prose #181 - Bound

A super-powered legume

    ascended through the clouds,

a smile ironed to his face

    and never looking down.


As the altitude increased,

    and the distance from the ground,

the cape-clad bean's expression

    slowly sunk into a frown.


The air was thinning quickly

    and could no longer carry sound,

each breath growing strained

    and green be-leafment turning brown.


His waving hair still ruffled

    by a freshly dislodged crown,

the beany hero's form fell limp

    as his shadow shrunk across the town.


A whistle, then a thud;

    Boy, it sure was loud.

But the echo lingered longer

    than the bean's once-slight renown.


Mayhaps some future rubbernecker

    might just come by around,

to see this legume's remnants

    in a tiny, stalkless mound.

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