Passing pleasantries
Ignored like roadkill
A plant in a pothole
Drowning in the smallest rainstorm
Living for every bit of sun I can catch
On whatever leaves I have left
Before
A deer eats my head
A car strikes it dead
Crashes into a tree
It collapses onto the street
Where she was about to cross
She now passes
If only she hadn’t ignored
A pleasantry
Tag: modernism
bread
I felt depressed
So I bought a baguette
And I felt less depressed
The South
Watch them come, watch them come,
On ships, canoes, and boats.
Watch them run, watch them run,
Through the woods, to the water –
Across the water they float,
Followed by fire, followed by guns,
Until they lose all hope.
What will they do, what will you do,
When you drain the swamps?
You destroy their homes, destroy their mounds,
Alas, it’s the way of the South.
JD Poetry 