“turn around, little bird”
says the gardener
little bird turns and chirps
the gardener smiles and squawks,
“you are so beautiful, little bird”
little bird flutters away in a hurry
poem
Poem #78
pixels float on a screen
deep blue and white hot
it’s the time in space
bouncing and twisting
move a muscle, it’s gone
stare and become one
wait for it to come back
skittish and temperamental
finally, here with exuberance
enjoy, breathe, wait some more
slow change but steady
watch it forever
Poem #77
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Poem #76
in a 7 by 10 foot room
we sit for an hour
you can’t breathe
you’re laughing so hard
we look at pictures
of you, you look 12
of me, you skip them
of the dog, she’s a dork
of the cat, he’s suave
of our mom, she’s cute
and then we leave
Poem #75
what is seemingly infinite
is disproved with a search
that far-reaching thing
we rely on every day
the Internet is limited
and occasionally, I see that
Poem #74
the cucumbers rise
soon they will block out the sun
scream! run for your life
Poem #73
subtle bubbles
we’re smiling
Poem #72
dense green like a forest
a collection of yellow swipes
blue scribble circles
I’m there
a fat and somehow triangular me
a haphazard brown helmet on my head
solid black ovals on my feet
my eyes are muddy dots
but I love it!
and put it in a box to look at later
Poem #71
everyday I write a poem
I want to start with “six”
should I be scared?
Poem #70
lodged into a crevice
on an asteroid in the main belt
there is a perfectly sealed container
see-through on all six sides
sent to space in 2098 AD
it had created a buzz in the scientific community
a self-sustaining micro-world
a godly concoction of microbes
each chosen for its complementary processes
hundreds of years later
and many millions of microbe generations
it’s forgotten by humans
but evolving all the same
occupying the cold box
in a crack of an asteroid
in the outer reaches of the Milky Way