Writing

sometimes i wish i could forget everyone i ever met

and lie down on my back in the ocean

only feel the noiseless miles between my toes

minnows kissing my skin

and nothing else

Naomi was sitting on her horse, Rosie, letting Rosie graze for a little bit to take a break after a long riding session. Her younger sister Kylee comes riding up beside her yelling “A MOTORCYCLIST JUST CRASHED UP THE ROAD.”

Time when the sun has brushed --

Only the crests of great waves,

A grey stillness approaches from the east --

Advancing gently.

Across the world we All prepare for nightfall,

I asked my friend

For a poem idea 

She said 

Write a poem about sewer rats

So this is my poem about rats

Squeak

Squeak

Scurrying through the city 

Is it really so hard to just be nice to people? 

Why is it us versus them? 

What makes "them" different? 

"Worse" 

We are all human, 

all trying to get through our day. 

Splish

Splash

In comes the arrival of mud season

Soaking into the ground

Helping the plants just barely beneath the Earth

Drip 

Drop

Precipitation sliding down the windows