Sunday, July 17, 2022


 Poem #42

Sometimes the poems just keep coming

Falling from the sky

Like April showers

You can either stand

In the garage and watch

(Which has its merits)

Or go outside and get wet

With all the trees and flowers 

Catch as many as you can

Like fireflies in the summer

Put them all in an aerated jar

So for a brief time

You can say these are all mine 

Just don't forget to free them

Before they all die


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