Hollering Out To Hollow Nothing
hollering out to hollow nothing
playing with dead leaves and wanting to leave
smelling dull normalcy in the air and wishing for comparing contrasts
the sudden rainfall is the most fun happening of the day
throwing rocks in the ole lake and wishing for cherry lemonade
wanting to fish but fully tired of the growing boredom of that
my only two friends are on their summer vacations
mom and dad are both laid off
the struggle is real
we leave for gram's and gramp's house tomorrow morning
i pray quietly as the water flows gently
the butterflies do not let up
my stomach tells me so
i head back home to have a board meeting about solid bricks
when the meeting starts, i turn o the button of my imagination
where i land is on the greenest grass that makes me smile again
a loud batch of flatulence brings me back to reality
suddenly, my appetite reintroduces himself
the smell of roast beef and gravy, greens, mashed potatoes, honey butter biscuits, and apple cinnamon pie wakes up my nostrils
the good ole days are making a very limited, time strained visit
i better get myself together and ready for tomorrow i will need this fuel along with breakfast
Copyright © Marty King | Year Posted 2022
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