Two untitled poems I wrote during my day off today and last week. Comment if you wish!
7-8-09
The Eastern Kansas road stretches out
then abruptly twists—left then right, repeat.
Oddly there's no rush or pressure
of people to see, places to go.
So down with the bass; up with the treble.
Under the speed limit instead of over.
Thumbs up to the bicyclist I just passed
instead of the finger.
What a different way to live!
7-15-09
Is it really so odd
that one day is warm
while the next brings snow?
That rain and clear skies
can swap spots in minutes?
Why berate the poor weatherman
when no one in the world
can predict my change of mood?
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