Why not sit and write
Bells chime the half hour
Yellow pansies mashing it up
Luggage rolls over flattened gravel
Behind me, breakfast cereal chewing of crunching feet
A walker says to her friend, There's a place called Saint Chapelle
She over there hangs her puffy jacket on her Senat chair. Reads an article for work
Seagulls cry and fly in circles
Three queens claim sovereignty
Rectangular prism trees balance on thin trunks
Teen girls lose a boat in the grand bassin
Blinding sun melts our winter coats
2 comments:
Three queens <3
Lovely writing in the garden!!
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