I still remember the combo
(and I'm not good with numbers)
the back and forth swivel
to align the arrow
the way I'd pretend it didn't work
just to watch you walk past
holding my breath, heart beating fast,
wobbly knees (a real thing)...
Quickly align dashes and numbers,
locker door slammed -
mad dash to religion class.
My desk facing the crucifix
and ten commandments,
imagine number six
a neon blinking chastisement.
by Margaret Bednar, October 3, 2018
This is in participation with "Imaginary Garden with Real Toads - Camera/Flash 55" I tried to shorten it to a 55 but it didn't work.
The original image that inspired this poem is a collection of locks by Pierre Dubreuil "Lines Meeting" (1932).