—JUST REMEMBER TO BREATHE, OKAY?

 

 

Blue Crocus

 

     after Roberta Beary 

 

All of my weight 

is on the wrong foot 

this morning 

trees falling on homes deer and 

children up for sale 

You could call it Armageddon

or chance 

if you knew what 

those meant 

Me I’ll name it 

Another Monday 

blue as any sick flower 

I’ll tie a string 

around the key

put her snug in my pocket 

stroll the longest lane

and try to whistle 

louder than the wind