NaPoWriMo 2026 Day 4

Is there such a thing as live-reporting in sonnet form? I guess there is now!

I rode high in the bright tow truck
looking around my neighborhood
while the tattooed driver drove on
watching messages popping up
we descended from the plateau
and below willows were gold and
maples threw flowers before us
a red carpet we passed over
we chatted about his new truck
his first new anything he said
and my old fiat and its tricks
he said – there’s a nail in that tire
that’s all it took to punctuate
the week that had been chaotic