Picture Poem

Molasses thick clouds stretch the sky like pulled cords of salt water taffy.

I stop.

Is the sky expanding before me?

My chest sinks into the gooey love place, embracing its smallness.

Everything I need, I already have.

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6 thoughts on “Picture Poem”

  1. Love how you got it while on yellow! The lights look like eyes to me. If they were red, I’d say angry, but they kinda look like tired eyes to me.

  2. No flexin’.
    Didn’t even look in a brother’s direction,
    As I ran the intersection.

    Sorry, that’s actually Ice Cube’s poem, but I couldn’t resist.

  4. The road is empty, and no one is around.
    I desperately need to make up some ground.
    The light says to slow,
    but my ego says “go”.
    So I continue to ride at the speed of sound.

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