Tonight, I cobble together scribbles of words ~
Scriboetry.
I scrabble and grumble
scroot and scrooze until
I sweat it out and dance
RAPOETRY.
Word cuberty tossed
and torn from the page
like fresh garden greens
in a salad mixed with VITABILITY!
suddenly
tastes of hootery –
“a good time story.”
Why?????
because I can…
it’s my bluejo.
ag ~ July 2015
“Summer swells our being” she said.
“Yes, and our lust” I reply, thinking less of a coital connection and more of the
voluptuousness of ripe tomatoes companioned with garden basil and fresh garlic.
While my love life is a tangle, I can always rely on rolling fields of summer grass, slippery hikes along a waterfall, air heavy with peach and raspberry, cooling cucumber water and clouds that stroll a cornflower-blue sky.
For now, love and other sorrows lost in the kindness of daisies.
ag ~ July 2015
