bumblebea

To dance is to soar

To feel what it's like for the birds 

To be free in the air

If only for seconds,

Because in your mind, it will last a lifetime 

To dance is to be electric

it is finally finally finally

warm - kind of,

sunshine / soft rain / sixty degrees with a brisk step to it

that makes me think nobody but Vermonters who miss the days

of tap step / crocuses / daffodils buried in snow

There's a climate rally 

okay let's go 

to that 

I'll make a sign 

But now we're making the sign 

with the markers

I need to write so badly because all this anger and fear are sticking to my skin like an anxiety sweat

and yet I can't seem to make any phrases and stanzas that are understandable outside of my head

i sit and stare out the window

stare out the window at the brown dead grass

the dirty snow melting into muddy slush

the mud that is criss-crossed and destroyed with ruts and tire tracks

Usually my poetry

sucks

and it will often be horrible

but that may just be my poems from

3rd grade

where we were learning online

and no one had any secrets in their family.