how many lengths?

measuring my worth

by the lengths he’ll walk to me

feeling good as gold 🦊❤️

 

 

into the rising sun (boston marathon 1979)

dawn twenty-twenty

drift back to seventy nine

rodgers beats seko 🦊❤️

 

in the holler’

thanksgiving nearing

halloween still hanging out

pumpkins turn to pies 🦊❤️

 

in the air

like a jet’s contrail

the chimney’s breath heats the sky

birds perch to keep warm 🦊❤️

 

 

early morning still

crystal clear morning

the moon and stars countable

red and blue lights on

 

election day #5 (on edge)

people tied in knots

stomachs taking flips and flops

stones are on edge too 🦊❤️

 

election day #4 (eat more fruit)

 puffing out my chest

wanting the whole world to know

i ate fruit today 🦊❤️