For the penultimate obstruction we are getting Rebecca Slater out of her comfort zone yet again, this time into the realm of poetry. And to make it a little more defined, I asked her to try for iambic tetrameter and no fewer than twenty lines.
As is her prerogative, Slater discarded the specifics of the obstruction and instead wrote a poem reminiscent of William Carlos Williams' free verse. This version is interesting in part for the subtext that a reader of the original story can bring but also the amount it manages to community with such economy – as the best poetry often does.
Read along here.