An August Poem: The Letter Z

Fern, moss, and jadePatchwork,Quilted trees andProperty line strings. Contrasting tealOf ponds andLakes. Hovering hot air balloonWeaved basket, floatingOval parachuteAnd flickering fireTo raise us higher.The back of our necks sweat. We land eventuallyOur stance returning to ground,Traversing grasses and weedsAnd drum beating against sidewalks. We pass by gardens.Our ankles waveAnd toes say hello.They dodge tossed mulchLike… Continue reading An August Poem: The Letter Z

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A Saturday Poem

He wrote her a note in a bottleScrawled in peacock inkOf language that would make her heartVibrate like a harpThat he hoped to set free in a cerulean oasisBut he dropped the bottle on concreteTherefore shattering into uncollectible fragments. But it was okBecause the horizonShimmered inSaturday. He drove to the storeA shopping list folded and… Continue reading A Saturday Poem