Good Poetry

Good poetry reminds me of swinging outside on a hammock

With the sun making shadows on my book

And closing my eyes to listen to the birds.

Good poetry is the crunch of an apple

Or the crunch of boots in fresh, crusty snow

It’s soft and sweet tangy and new all the same

Kind of like a warm soda on a drowsy day

With the pop and fizz that comes with opening the can

Acting like the opening lines

Of a poem I’ve never heard before. 

Good poetry is the kind that makes me want to snuggle close underneath the covers

With my arms outside of the blankets because the smell of warm laundry is making me feel tired,

And fall asleep with the windows open,

Letting in the sounds of the city.