A chameleon of days
Melting the ice in my tea
Condensation
Condescending
My every lavender move
Roses sparking forth a twilight of petals
And butterflies
Offerings for Venus flytrap hearts
Longing for maple syrup and astronauts
Ancient archeology mysteries unraveled by teachers
Plumbers fishing out jade bullion from clogged toilets
My burnt umber and cedar brown soul applauds wildly
Hysterically
A yappy dog that can never shut up
But despite it all
This blue August has passed me by
A trillion times
Me a bird of some sort
Hiding in the foliage of the fig tree
Waiting patiently for ripeness
There is a rock holding the ground down
featured in the poetry forum November 19, 2022 :: 0 commentsMore tea to turn from turpitude. – mh clay