Anthony Bianco Poet Couplet

Electric Genies

Spring poems are always blooming with hope.
Daisy-splashed fields, bluebird songs are afloat.

Lovers sprawled atop blankets in plaided dreams.
Ms. Lily awakens in the silver foyer of her stream.

Powdered bumble bees, flashing bits of black-n- gold.
Mr. Winter sheds the blushing and his white satin robe.

The humble arise with earthy smiles from their hovels.
Into the shadows go the mittens, rock salt and shovels.

Empty playground swings, mimicking the violins of spring.
Children rubbing phone genies, granting them most everything.

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Caren Krutsinger December 29, 2018 at 5:13 AM Ah, the last couplet is so telling! I rarely see a child outside anywhere except at my house. It is unusual when I am driving to see a child in a yard. Well written, and very keenly said.