An Indoor Day During the Pandemic
A runaway growth of weeds alongside the road,
greenery gone wild,
a stagnant wilderness unwinding,
seedy leaves scatter
but cannot flee. Dust bowl squalor
chokes down scrawny roots.
A gray sugar rush from speedy cube trucks sprinkles
what wiggle room is left to sweeten ameciated tongues.
You Are
a coffin lid with nails
pulled out, a quake's handrails
the paws releasing snails
a Rorschach of Swiss trails
the comb still stuck in Wales'
hair pounding on my sails
You're you when all else fails
Copyright © Barthwell Farmer | Year Posted 2025
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