a warm breeze
drifts across the grass
over the figures
scattered
in the fragrance
of the flowers
even the clouds
delight
the petals
white like shells
a fence of trees
surrounds
i walk
across the way
to enjoy
the sense of spring
the birds
they chirp
loudly
as if to ask
"when is happy hour?"
2 comments:
happy hour is
usually
between 4 and 7
post meridiem
the drinks
and the food
are
as the birds say
"cheap cheap"
to be drunk
is bliss
however
i am not
now stuck like this
a new poet
deep in thought
and so angsty
oh dear! someone get this girl liquored up! that should take care of that angst problem. there is no angst allowed here! only mild depression.
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