grass, bird, book from Leah
This is my third attempt at a poem
this morning. The first one was just
whining about the fact that my husband
was out here on the porch with me.
I'll spare you that rant. The second
was about the new veggie V8 juices
I've been trying and liking very much.
Now, there's an exciting topic. Are
you asleep yet? So, here I sit
in a flurry of bird songs falling all
around me like snow flakes. Okay,
not really but it sounds good, right?
Sometimes, ideas for poems are
as plentiful as blades of grass in our lawn
and other times, like this lovely
Saturday morning, I can't even find
one. I switch seats hoping a different
perspective will help. I go in to make
coffee. I listen to the fish jumping
in the canal and don't even try to come
up with a metaphor. Now, Gary's back
telling me he's done with his shower
but what he's really saying is Hurry
up and take your shower and get dressed
before Mike gets here. He's an open
book and not a mystery, either. There
I go, again, trying to be poetic. Gary
and Mike are going to a car auction.
I declined. Maybe after they leave, I'll be
able to write. Right now? Shower time!