The challenge I’m taking: write a poem in which each line except the last takes the form of a single, declarative sentence. Then, the final line should take the form of a question.
Wind blows warm promises in my ear.
Returning Robins romp-splash in ponds grown low.
Migrating cranes cause fish to take cover.
Remnants of fall scuttle across the surfaces.
Algae blooms, as frogs peep-creak out.
What was that warm promise? Work?