the gardener lops off a flower
she cuts off another and another
until the plant is bare
then she puts down her snippers
and walks inside into the house
Poetry
I’m working on writing a thousand poems. I started in April 2015.
Poem #297
turn my head to the side
smile because there is good
Poem #296
weird abalone
tired seafood processor
Poem #295
shear a sheep
it keeps cool
we have wool
the coat grows back
everyone wins
Poem #294
the sidewalk is covered in glass
Coca-Cola is across the street
the air smells like fried chicken
what a perfect metaphor
Poem #293
cat sleeps
turns his head
legs out in front
vulnerable
at peace
Poem #292
self-professed dog lover
hits dog while driving
does not stop
Poem #291
two cars with blue and red lights
swerve erratically across 8 lanes
they are slowing the whole freeway
scary and powerful, they probably laugh
Poem #290
sleep for hours
then wake
like a flower
blooming daily
Poem #289
warm face
warm everything