A Poem. For you. Because I felt like it. First stanza needs to be redone, but *shrug* What do you want for 5 minutes?
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The air is drenched with
The scent of lilacs
The sounds of birds
Chirping and new lovers calling,
“Spring has begun!”
While the breeze teases its hair,
The grass, tossing, brushing, tickling
Playfully, searching for new shoots and
New beginnings, sending the
Seeds of dandelions soaring.
The dandelions—
Tiny clouds that you can touch.
A wisp of yellow,
Or tender puff, that some call weeds
But I call love.
Tulips swell and open,
Greet a radiant sun.
Black centers like black holes
Spit forth yellow stars
Instead of swallowing them up.
And above, a canopy
Of green, new leaves
Caressing in the spring time
Breeze, murmuring, whispering
“Spring has begun.”
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The air is drenched by
The scent of fertilizer and rotting
Garbage. The sounds of something
Skittering across the kitchen,
As if to say,
"Spring has begun!"
The antennae tease the air,
Tossing, brushing, tickling
Playfully, searching for dust and
Discarded skin and dropped food
To eat with its horrific mandibles.
The cockroaches--
Large bugs you can fear.
A smear of dark brown
Or chitinous creatures
That some call pests
But I call pets.
Their wings stretch and open,
Greeting the cloaking darkness.
Black eyes glisten like the night sky
Relecting the nightlight
And below the refrigerator,
New food lays, ready to eat
A gift from the landlord
Delicious, poisonous
The dying roach whispers
"Spring has begun."
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