04-11-2017, 03:39 PM
A Sunny Day
In the spray park, Fornication’s follies
jostle in the rainbows blowing in the breeze. Chlorophyll
trickles to the trees.
A humming mower, kiddie cries, tumble. A pretty
couple on the bench canoodles, ants traipse,
a crow feasts on Cheetos.
Through the trees a jealous green.
One’s gone from the bench
to his knee. He’s a star
for his fairy queen. A rumbling glut
of bicycles trundle on a bridge. Winds pick up
in the canopy. Roman applause.
She’s left him
dead on his knees.
In the spray park, Fornication’s follies
jostle in the rainbows blowing in the breeze. Chlorophyll
trickles to the trees.
A humming mower, kiddie cries, tumble. A pretty
couple on the bench canoodles, ants traipse,
a crow feasts on Cheetos.
Through the trees a jealous green.
One’s gone from the bench
to his knee. He’s a star
for his fairy queen. A rumbling glut
of bicycles trundle on a bridge. Winds pick up
in the canopy. Roman applause.
She’s left him
dead on his knees.