Sun is shining
somewhere else.

Today, we settle
for wild breezes

blowing bare
tree branches

that hold up
sunless skies.

We hope we
can get home

before clouds
burst out

overfilled
puddles

that clutter
sidewalks

with branches,
twigs, leaves

miscellaneous
whatevers,

glass,
bottle caps,

loose change
and other

assorted
objects

from
wherever.

 

Janet Cormier is a painter, writes prose and poetry, and performs comedy. Janet prefers different and original over pretty. She loves collecting stuff, but cleaning not so much. Janet also talks to strangers. A lot. Her column appears weekly on Oddball Magazine.