The Sun's beauty looks
best distorted by stratus
clouds on its way out.
The snail's slime won't let
him forget where he's been, but
songbirds see it too.
She and I watch skies
throw sparks towards the ground. Real
beauty’s dangerous
Helicopter leaves
don't fly, but catch wind and spin,
enjoy the route down.
Snow blankets windows,
blankets cover legs, chili
burns my tongue. Perfect.
Stars lead ambitious
moths, those without desire
never leave porch lights
Hummingbirds hover,
sip their favorite flowers.
eagles soar, miss it all.
While most people honk their horns, they sing and dance to enjoy traffic jams.
Here, on a quiet night, you can't hear nature over the A/C units.
"Jake," written on concrete with firefly goop in the name of childhood fun.
Birds' nests sit on neighborhood signs, the trees were all made into houses.
I really enjoyed reading these. :-)
ReplyDeleteI especially liked. . .
"The snail's slime won't let
him forget where he's been, but
songbirds see it too."
and. . .
"Stars lead ambitious
moths, those without desire
never leave porch lights"
and. . .
"Hummingbirds hover,
sip their favorite flowers.
eagles soar, miss it all."
Wonderful writing, I loved it. :-)
Why thank you very much, Susannah!
ReplyDeleteI really appreciate it, and I'm glad that you enjoyed it!