Static, surreal air,
open eyes,
black skies,
There’s too much to bare.
Boredom trumps the excited sun,
in daylight, fingers drum
I’m hungry for
I’m needing
You
Don’t tell me to go.
Green lights,
Ready
Push the pedal to the floor.
Do anything.
Anything.
Just don’t tell me to go.
About the poem: I was out walking on a nature trail and saw this rock someone had made. This has been ongoing around the neighborhood. It’s a caring act to create and share with others. This definitely brought a smile to my face.




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