The Prodigal Son

Blinded by possibilities
he bought two dozen lottery tickets,
spending money on his mother's birth date,
his sister's anniversary date and the day
he first spotted the red convertible
in a used car lot. With a little paint,
new hubcaps, and polish, he imagined
driving along with the wind blowing
and the radio on --clear and loud,
announcing that he had come home



PAD. Day 8. Prompt: blind poem