Bus Ride – NaPoWriMo Day 2

Bus Ride

Bus 12 takes me home

I want the ride to go

Slow, slow, slow

like a snail sneaking back

into its secret garden.

 

I think of Mary

and the time she took

to take her watch

snap and sew the end

so it fit my finger

perfectly.

 

What will she say when I get home?

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This post is a series I’m creating for National Poetry Writing Month.  30 poems in 30 days..

 

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Sis’s Watch – NaPoWriMo Day 1

Fall is hot

Hot, hot, hot.

Mesquite trees paintbrush the sky

when they sway with the win.

No Waterfall of leaves

Fallin

Down

down

down

with me skippin through the playground.

Seesaw, monkey bars,

Merry-go-Round.

Round

Round          Round

Round

And then it’s gone.

Where is the ring-watch

my sis gave me?

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This post is a series I’m creating for National Poetry Writing Month.  30 poems in 30 days..