yuuuuuuck
but when the first
ray of sun breaks through
everything glistens
the first bird song
so cheerful and fresh
the earth’s fragrance
a tea of all it sweetest parts
air so crisp and pure
it burns in giant gulps
my attitude’s also showered
and now dries in the warmth
of a thick yellow light
and I will say this
nature sure has
a contagious smile
not only do I endlessly scavenge for poetry subjects to scoop up and write about but from another appendage of my brain I’m crafting the same material into skits for Saturday Night Live like dueling t
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they tell me you shouldn’t write a sad poem while you’re still drowning in sorrow that it will be too dark too inescapable and sink everyone who hears it that your words will inundate those that read