rough day
just wanted to sit outside
drinking coffee and blinking slowly
outside, two separate parties
within 50 meters of my back door
loud, boisterous
you’d think the collective unconscious
of all the hangovers in this ‘hood
would somehow have the power
to ward off such noise
on a Sunday afternoon
alas, not
so I take my coffee cup
and my fuzzy socks
and head off in search of
silent sanctuary
unconcerned by the half glances
of the people I pass by
I find a field
devoid of footballs, frisbees,
little league games
wide open and still
I sit under the dappling shade
of towering poplars
spring-bud sap still in the grass
air balmy with its scent
I fall in love
with the bright green bug
wandering my finger tips
until it leaps up
gone in the breeze
Valerie Roney 
Falling in love
with a green bug
wandering my finger tips
I love this image! It’s like the spider I let live in the mirror on my car. He spins his web and I leave it until it obscures my view. One time I parked in the supermarket parking lot and a van pulled up beside me. When the kids form the van came out and approached near the mirror the girls screamed bloody murder. They were scared of the spider who wasn’t even in sight.
I on the other hand have fallen in love with his handiwork.
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Spring lasts all summer
Worms on wet pavement
Many umbrellas forgotten
Mud swollen river
Lawns newly greened
Fledgeling pleas sharp as mating songs
Before dawn
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Amber with a tint of red
Slender and yet curvacious
Bubbly at times
Too much sometimes
Goes to my head
But O so delicious
What is better Man
than a tall Sleeman….
And this is why I’m not in advertising….. ;o)
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