2014 #291

It isn’t a Florida
or an Arizona
and irises
migrated to wherever
irises migrate
long ago but patches
of green try to sell
painting talents to the grass

and a bee was on a bush
mission just yesterday;
spare coin can vote
for tobacco
instead of a scratchy toboggan,
so it isn’t a Florida
or an Arizona; more like
an easy-going brisk


About Timmy the Scribbler

Love to write all kinds of stuff I love writing so many different kinds of stuff it is a constant struggle to narrow the focus to a manageable handful and let the others go. But a few years ago I dipped my fingers into a poetry pie and of all my uncertainties, one thing that is no uncertainty is that it is one passion that must remain, so maybe that's the one. I do dearly delight in chopping up fictional works into stanzas and syllables.
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