#29 Prompt: fantastical

 

today is a day of sharp edges

red roof against bright sky

a fence’s iron arrows

pointing to infinity

 

nestled between

the flamingo’s pink wings

we flew

 

moon still pale

in the west

lending its color

to snow on blue mountains

 

we were children then

blond and rosey

with sun and dream

 

the sun’s arc

yellowing

the greening

of maple and birch

 

we are tumbling now

curled into our bodies

falling still falling

 

 

#30 Prompt: call it a day 

 

this budgie sings 

in his cage 

    & i in mine 

            poem after poem