I Write Poetry On The Bus Because It's My Only Free Time

windows open season. waking up to birdsong season. smelling the dewy grass season. twirling in a long skirt season. life feels worth living again season. taking all of my meals outside of possible season. reasoning how far I can get by bike ride and pedaling out anyway season.

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The joys of just opening a window

Farmtown Vibes

Planting seeds in the rich brown of my eyes,

Watering them with the cool blue of yours,

We gaze past irises and into souls

Our identities blurring and blending

Fusing into something entirely new.

The harvest is lush, my basket overflows.

Corn of ideas, creeping beans of love,

The flowing gourds of acceptance and

Understanding give a cornucopia of

Nourishing food for the soul.

The ducks by Stonegate

A pair of mallards sits on a

Manicured stone by an

Artificial fountain

Ah, the massive continuity of ducks

Here there be lakes,

(Or ponds, or even fountains)

Here there be ducks.

Rust

Irish Spring

a raspy laugh, sharp as cheap soap a mind's movie on a honey-smacked whorl

January Prompts

1. Itch

2. Sworn enemy

3. Framed

4. Sleep

5. Down the hill

6. Hinder

7. Pony

8. Tall

9. Gunman

10. Alternative methods

11. Leash

12. Charismatic leader

13. En route

14. Omens

15. Gallavant

16. It works!

17. Stay-at-home

18. Foreign spices

19. Spell(s) for this year

20. Bellyache

21. Inauguration

22. Electrician

23. Looking at the sky

24. Last rites

25. Power of community

26. Old ballerina

27. Can’t feel a thing

28. Healing water

29. Geology

30. Flash flood

31. Sanctuary

Nourishment