The aroma of freshly cut grass
electrifying poetry juices alive in me.
So much poetry and inspiration
pouring out of me,
cascading....tumbling,
my pen the hose that contains.
Seagulls stretching -
children chasing seagulls -
Overhead seagulls following people.
A swan with a funny expression
gobbling bread crumbs.
Children tossing freshly cut grass
into the air,
it falls into green lizard patterns.
Church chimes
preaching their own non-verbal messages. A smiling woman from Toronto
told me she is traveling alone
to the South Pacific
to feel her own autonomy.
I can do that in my own apartment.