Because it was too much of a hassle,
I decided not to write a poem today.
I had no insights to inject into one
and no wealth of cool words to use
except for the ones from 3WW
and even those were not doing it.
Instead, I hopped on my red bicycle
and pedaled to the beach. I wrote
a letter to my friend who lives in Florida
then read a book for awhile.
I took a picture of an airplane
flying by with an advertising banner
swirling behind saying, “J Greeks
lunch buffet $7.95 11-2.” On my way
back to our campground, I inhaled
the scent of wild roses, admired a field
of clover and buttercups, then sat
on the screen porch typing this nonpoem.