Willcox Elliott

Its red tint nearly blends in with the brick floor.
Though, in some places, the color has worn away,
It's just a threadbare carpet on a red brick floor.

It covers the cold floor
In a cold dark hallway.

It tilts slightly,
For some reason, it lies on top of another dog bed,
Being put there carelessly,
To clean the floor.
Its gray hue sort of matches the tan inside and the blue exterior.
But of course, the dogs love a double bed.

"Time flies when you're having fun."
Time also slows when you're not having fun.
Why can't it switch?
Why can't time tick slowly when you're having fun and go quickly when you're not.
Why time, why?
Time never cooperates.

An owl hoots in the distance,
The trees rustle gently in the summer breeze, 
A frog croaks, longing for a friend. 
I smile, happy to be surrounded by life.
Imagine what the world would be like without a bird chirping,

The day is today,
Yet everything is always tomorrow.
"Mañana," they say, "sutra."
Everything always happens demain.
It's finally the time that you've been waiting for,

A single flower emerges 
From a forest of burnt wood
Like a phoenix rising from the ashes.
The background is charcoal gray 
Stretching as far as the eye can see. 
A forest of pointed black toothpicks.