gray mountains with varying shades of haze
orange to blue sunset
drive for hours in the same direction
just like when I visit her
but instead my destination is much closer
and not nearly as lovely
Poetry
I’m working on writing a thousand poems. I started in April 2015.
Poem #287
sing and clean
chat and sit
Poem #286
crash!
… I hope it’s okay
Poem #285
her legs were broken
he did nothing
Poem #284
Sal the skink looked in
he didn’t enter her room
he waited outside
he’s a gentleman
and when she didn’t want him
he left without fuss
and he did not return
she settled into her room
and remarked only good things
Poem #283
little snail, where are you going?
do you want me to come with?
little snail, you’re so steady
you’ll get there at your own pace
little snail, your shell is hard
but I’ll still pick you up tenderly
bonus accompaniment poem:
Pablo the snail goes up the wall
he moves up with all his determination
but human child sets him on the ground
Poem #282
orange creamsicle sunrise
opposite lilac sky
over mauve mountains
Poem #281
single-minded boy
plays with rocks
at the lake’s edge
no one bothers him
he travels the universe
in the span of an hour
Poem #280
a messy job
but I just laugh
Poem #279
crunching leaves on the sidewalk
we walk and we talk
spreading our fingers toward the sky
we swing and we sing