DEAD BATTERY
Shakespearean Sonnet
by Suzanne Rebert
A dandelion puffball, much abused;
Small pink five-petaled flowers I don't know;
Some even smaller blue ones, likely used
To being all unnoticed where they grow;
Dead stems of dandelions in a bunch;
Some grass that's gone to seed; a paper cup
From someone who had Dairy Queen for lunch --
A shout from a white van, and I look up.
Don't know the driver, don't know any here.
I only know my battery is dead.
I'm sitting on the lawn. The time is near
When help will come, or that's what Bryan said.
I couldn't be more lost upon the Moon
And really hope someone will get here soon.